The Apocalypse Diary

[Mr.Revenge]

(This is kind of a comedy I guess. I'll make more if people are interested in them. The others will get better.)

November 30th 2006

It's been six months since all of this started. I just decided to start a dairy, seeing as if we get through this, it could be used as a book or something. I'm Joe Santore and I'm fourteen. It's been six months since live had changed, six months since the world went in chaos. Six months, before the dead started to rise. It was just like out of a movie, no explanation on how it happened or why. On the internet I always read things about people having zombie plans, thinking they were crazy.

And now look, zombies have taken over. I always told myself if it would ever happen that I would barricade myself in and kill any undead freak that got within 5 yards of my house. But when it comes to actually doing it, it's a whole different story. These zombies aren't your average slow moving ones. These things can run, maybe even think a bit. But I have seen them walk, really depends on how rotted they are or not.

I'm writing this in my basement. My house has been firmly secure and barricaded. My mom was surprised about how 'adult' I acted during this. If it wasn't for me I think she might be dead already. Before the sh*t hit the fan, my mom and step dad got divorced about a year ago before the 'epidemic.' It was fortunate and unfortunate. Fortunate because my step-dad never picked up his AK-47 and Ruger P89DC before he moved out. He left a helluva lot of ammo down in the gun case to. Unfortunate because he took the suitcase that contained most of the AK-47 magazines, go figure.

So, I only have two magazines for it and one for the Ruger. I'm pretty well armed for a civilian I think. AK-47, Ruger, Remington Model 700 30-06, two .22 rifles, and a Mossburg 20 gauge shotgun. I would've been better armed if it hadn't been for my stupid step-dad taking the rest of the guns. If I had those then I would have enough to arm a platoon. Now back to the zombies.

It's like right out of a movie. The news tells you the same thing, lock your doors and arm yourself. Well no sh*t. I thought when zombies took over the world you were suppose to go out and feed them pie and dance with them. And another thing these stupid reporters keep doing is calling the zombies, 'assailants'. Can they not see that they are dead and rotting? Or am I just seeing something else? It seems like the virus, or whatever it is, is bringing back all kinds of dead people. I was watching CNN when all this started and saw some of them busting out of there tombs or whatever there called.

I've even seen some Civil War soldiers walking around, still in there uniforms. I don't know how the hell they can walk around but they do. Know what else if funny, you have to destroy there brain or cut off the head, or completely dismember them somehow. So that means next time I see a Civil War skeletal zombie, I'll have to take him apart bone by bone.

The world hasn't gone completely to hell yet. The news is still running as well as the power. But all you ever see on TV is the news. More updates, blah blah blah. I heard that some parts of the U.S. and the world are so infested that they have been bombed to hell. Las Vegas was one of those places, as well as New York City. They were both so infested the government believed no one could live through it. Luckily I live in a small town in Pennsylvania.

But these undead freaks are everywhere. School closed down about three months ago because of all of this, because on every bus ride to school we would spot a zombie mulling around. Our bus driver even hit one before. School was another story all it's own. Everyday I would stick a knife in my backpack just in case. On one of the last days of school a couple hundred zombies surrounded the school, trying to get in. Some managed to, but before they could get anyone the Army Reserve showed up and eliminated the threat. Another good thing about this town, we had a armory.

Tonight I'm going through town with my uncle to get some supplies. I'll write in this again after I'm done if I'm not dead.

[Mr.Revenge]

THE FALL OF WAL-MART

November, 31st ,2006

Today went relatively good, considering the fact that I almost got my @ss bitten off by a dead cop. My Uncle Ryan came to the house this morning with his pickup truck. A Chevy Silverado. Great for hauling things in. I spend the previous night reloading all the spent AK-47 magazines and the one Ruger magazine. I decided that's what I would take today. I left the house and we spent about ten minutes driving there. The streets were dead, no literally dead people were walking all over the place.

There were a few cars on the street as well, they ignored the stop lights not wanting to get stormed by the zombies. We were heading toward the Wal-Mart that was just built before the outbreak. The Wal-mart had been completely fenced in with barb wire and the works. They had even hired a security team to guard the parking lot to keep shoppers safe. I was surprised that it was still in business. Funny, the one thing to survive a zombie outbreak was a Wal-Mart. We went through the front gates and went to park.

We grabbed some 30-06 ammo from the shelves inside. We had grabbed the last box. Wal-Mart could hardly keep up with orders for ammo and guns. So they had little to no guns on display. Ever since the outbreak, Wal-Mart was getting so much money it wasn't even funny. Mostly people were just buying guns and survival equipment. Along with the ammo I bought two gasoline style water containers, a machete, and a duffel bag, seeing as we would be raiding a place tom marrow. We were inside for a good few hours, and didn't notice that outside a huge crowd of zombies had amassed on the right side of the mall. They had pushed the fence down and stomped downward to-wards us I guess.

We were still inside the Wa;-Mart when they broke the fence, but we were running our asses off after we heard gun shots and screaming. I threw everything inside the duffel bag except for the two machetes we bought. We ripped open the plastic covering them and armed ourselves. I rather have a gun, but since we had to leave them in the truck because of 'safety precautions.'

I was proud of myself today, I got to kill one of those undead freaks. We were running down the aisles toward the exit when one of em jumped out behind a coat rack. I was surprised of my strength when I cut the thing's head off. It flew in the air and disappeared in a magazine section. Then as we neared the exit more of em began to arrive. I managed to kill three, a hard task to do with a machete, especially when they run.

I don't remember the events leading up to when we got to the truck. But I remember grabbing the AK-47 and mowing them down. Sometimes you didn't even need a head shot, sometimes they would go down by enough shots to the torso. I didn't count how many of them I killed, but I killed a good amount. After I ran out of ammo my Uncle yelled at me to get in the car and stop killing them.

I obeyed his wish and got inside. We managed to get out of the Wal-Mart area fast. I think we might've ran over a few of them on the way. But instead of raiding any place we went straight home. I told my mom what happened. She didn't seem to concerned. Living in hell did that to you over a period of time, having it happen everyday. I'm tired now so I'm gonna write some more later, I'm off to bed.

[Satanslittlehelper]

really good make more

[Mr.Revenge]

Really? I thought people would say they suck. I'll make one tommarrow I'm just to tired right now.