High School of the Dead: Pandemic
Epilogue: World of the Dead
Day 23 – November 19 – Wednesday
Time: 8:19 A.M.
Location: Sacramento (?), California
It's the 23rd day. I've traveled for about 15 hours now, from Sacramento. I went through a lot of resistance. Hell, I don't even know how I managed to get here from Santa Ynez, at all. I guess there really is someone watching me
I keep thinking back to when it happened the day when everything ended.
I was in Nevada, for the Nevada Army National Guard, when they called my platoon in to California. We, my team and I, were told that there was a high risk resistance situation happening in Sacramento. I told myself that, "This really must be bad to ask the help from another state". Regardless, I still went. Even before the chopper had landed, I saw the chaos that ensued in the city. Smoke billowed from the buildings and the ground was chock full of people running in every direction. It was total hell down there. My team and I expected the worst. But, it was worse than what we expected.
Right when we landed, our radio blared with a new objective: ELIMINATE ALL HOSTILES, BY ANY MEANS.
Sergeant McGregor was baffled by this, but he issued that order, nonetheless. When I stepped down the landing site everything went to hell. That's when I got to see them – like humans only that they weren't. After we landed, we were immediately overrun by them . After that everything was a blur
Gunshots ringing...
People screaming...
Blood everywhere...so much blood...
I just ran away I didn't even care what happened to my team. I just went AWOL. I'll probably get court-martialed, but jail time is better than being dead.
It was a couple of hours before I found a safe place a place where I could take a rest. I was inside small shop, which overlooked Sacramento. There was blood. I checked the place; there was nobody here. I just prayed that whoever was here, they were still alive; I don't want to kill any more people – dead or alive.
The shop was a mess. However, there was still a lot of stuff left. I'm guessing that people tried to rob this place, but never got to finish. That's probably the reason for the blood.
I grabbed a beer from the flickering fridge, and a Snickers bar from the floor. I looked over Sacramento or what I thought was Sacramento.
The place was in flames. Over Sacramento's welcome sign, the city was in pure carnage. Even from out here, I can hear them: gunshots; explosions; and screams...I can hear them all. I cursed under my breath. Everything's going to hell. I wondered if this was happening in other places, too. If it did, then what's the government going to do about it? In the rate of how Bakersfield fell, this would spread all over the country in a matter of days.
If anyone is reading this, then you would probably know all of what is happening – probably, even better than me. But, if you are reading this, I left this journal of mine, with all of the memories I've written since I was in high school - maybe just to remind you and me of the life that we once had, before all of this.
Not like it's gonna be of any use to me anymore.
Even if the world's gone to hell, I got nothing to do but keep moving forward.
I'm gonna head East, and I'll see where that takes me. Seeing the state of things, I think it would make sense not to head for main areas. If the state of things is that bad, I'll probably head north.
Well, if you see me alive, I'll probably be up north.
If not...aim for my head.
Journal of Corporal Jonathan Mayfield
Status: [HIGHLY CLASSIFIED]
As Proclaimed by the CDA and NSA
Chapter 1: Dead Uprise
*COMING SOON*
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