Log…..
Well, maybe I had better explain what lead me up to these logs.
Ok, my name is Ramon Talton Kevin Gonzalez, age 18, sign scriopo, blood type O+ (just in case). I have a long story to tell so do read this in a safe place, go ahead I'll wait. Now if your all set, I shall begin.
The only way I can explain how this all started was the devil got bored, wanted a new television show I guess, but the world when to straight hell. Men were turning into animals, monsters rising wearing the faces of scientist claiming to be working to an improved world. They were in the devils pocket and didn't even know it. After their late great announcement, the fun began.
Riots, murder, people swallowing grenades and bandits raiding everything. I lived through all that thanks to years of training and some luck, most people I know didn't. Second day of hell's rising, as I like to call it, all communications died. I was sitting in the dark, with my mom and sister. I got to watch them die with something new.
I was on watch when I first noticed them. People I knew to be dead walking around. The one that I first saw was my mom's boyfriend, who died from a slit throat a week ago. I raised my rifle to blow his head off when my mother noticed him. Her and my sister ran out to greet him and he…. He ate them. He fucking ate them right in front of me. I emptied a full clip in the bastard. The rest of my time was spent on defending the house from these, these, these zombies and fixing the long range radio. One night I heard a voice coming from the yard. I looked out and saw a small army of these damn zombies, walking around in front of me. So I climbed to the roof and gave them all new assholes. Days of anger, stress, and grief pounded out of me with each bullet.
However I ran dry, and they weren't all dead. So I grabbed my families' blade, Shadowstriker, a katana with a chain at the hilt that wraps around the wielder and becomes a weapon of range as well as up close. I killed every zombie I saw. Then I crashed. When I awoke, I heard a new sound. A human voice coming through my short range radio. Someone was calling out for survivors, calling them to come to the school auditorium or the MacClenny Wal-Mart. So I ran to the back and grabbed my bike I had just got, and drove from Lake City to MacClenny. Lucky me ran out of gas right on the high way, so I had to walk through zombie lands with just a katana, and a pistol with a few clips. Blade for zombies, pistol for those who kill and are alive themselves. I ran into a group of friends of mine hiding in a tree house. I talked to them and explained all I knew. They informed me that those two areas were zombie heavy not that was news to me. I mean, stick sheep in a pen and the wolfs wait right outside it. When they asked what other weapons I had I only said my blade. Even though they are my friends, if something were to happen I needed that secret ace up my sleeve, ether to help them or to slaughter them. That is all that has happened to me since hell rose. I finally have a safe place to sleep, even if I can barely trust these people, but I'm fully resting. I'll aim to right tomorrow unless events happen that delay that. I must remember to thank lowery, he's the one that gave me the pen and book. Said it helped him so I figured what the hell. Hope I get to repay his kindness before , or if, I have to kill him. End entry.