The Lone Survivor

AN: This is in the baby stages of writing, and it WILL eventually lead to an island. Please review it and tell me what you think of it.

Chapter 1: Surviving

June 13th 2017

I now know that hell is real. And I'm in it. I don't know if the dead are supposed to walk in hell, but they do now. I don't even know how long ago this whole thing started. It only took a month for these monsters to even get here, as far as I know. It's a bit saddening to know that some of these people were probably my friends, and even more disheartening, family. I wonder what my brother is doing now, as he was in the military overseas. He could still be alive, holding out at his base since all of the military was evacuated from the war zone. My brother was one of the first to leave, which makes me feel better.

My house isn't exactly a fort, or any sort of defensible area. I live in the country, which doesn't explain the mass amount of undead in my area, as the closest major city is miles away. I live in a small farming town, which is good because I won't run out of food anytime soon. I don't even understand how this infection works, as I have not seen anyone re-animate at all. More of a problem: I don't even know if there is any form of government left over from all this.

I have a fair amount of weapons, almost none of which are ranged. I have a rake, a machete, a hunting rifle, a hoe, a shovel, and a survival knife. The rest was "borrowed" by people in town. I guess they knew what was happening before I did and fooled me. I need to be more cautious next time. I also have a combine, and a tractor. The combine might be a nice way to mow them over, although I'm not sure about it.

I have a bad feeling that I'm the only person alive for over a hundred miles. This is not an inaccurate hypothesis, as I have only seen dead, dead, and more dead for the past two weeks. It has been almost two months since the whole thing started. I can't say I have many survival skills at all. The only experience I have with my gun is hunting deer. It would be nice to find a crossbow, as I know it is a whole lot quieter than my rifle.

So far I don't think the ghouls have noticed me at all, and I hope they never will. I'm sure I'll eventually run out of water, but for now the water supply hasn't been cut. I've been filling my tub and sinks with water and filled all the buckets I have with it. I'm hoping it'll last me a few months, but I'm not sure how to ration the amount I could take at the least each day. I've been drinking a couple gallons a day. I hope that's enough, and not too much. I guess I'll never be sure though. I own a big enough field for a lifetime supply of food, but it will eventually go bad, so I'm guessing it's actually six months worth of food.

A lot of people thought the world was ending in 2012, based on the Mayan calendars. Since it's 2017, that's obviously not true. Now seems more accurate.

There are 50 dead ones just a few meters away from my doorstep. This is worrying me, as I couldn't really defend myself if they got in. I guess I would just run out of the back door with my knife and hunting rifle and head straight for the barn. They're making a lot of noise, attracting more and more. It's still a mystery of how all them wanted to come to this town. Our original population was 37. Everyone knew everyone. Now our population is 1, with a few hundred guests. There is now about 54 people wanting stop by. Going to sleep with one eye open.

June 14th 2017

I woke up to a loud pounding on my front door. I'm glad I piled my dresser up on it. There are 5 of them on the front step, each trying to pound on my door. I'm guessing they will get a big group going in a few hours when it gets more light out. I can see fine, but I don't know about them. I need to find a way to eliminate them before they do attract a crowd.

My only plan is to move the dresser and decapitate the ones that are at the door. Now that I think of it, decapitation won't work, I'd have to stab straight throught the skull after chopping off their head to make them less mobile. That sounds pretty gruesome, but it is necessary.

I've noticed them spreading out into more sections of town, so that makes me feel a little better.

My brother was the first to call me after this started, and we talked about it for a while. He said he should be fine, and that he a few cases of MREs, which he told me are meals ready to eat. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that he was still living somewhere, since he know more about this than me. I'm thinking I'll need to leave soon to get more basic supplies. Namely a radio, so I can communicate with other survivors. If there are any. It would also be nice to obtain more weapons like a more powerful rifle.

The internet is down, which is no surprise. There were logs from survivors prior to the shut down. There is also nothing on TV, which is no surprise as there is no one alive to make any news stories.

I think I'm going to take out the pounders now.

I killed them, but not with ease. First I had to move the dresser, and hope they didn't bust the door over. When I found it would hold for a little while longer, I opened it and allowed 2 of the 5 guests to enter. I guess I got lucky they didn't get anymore in. I stabbed one through the chest, but it just kept coming. I thought it would slow down a bit, but it didn't. I think it seemed to have sped up. After that, I decapitated them both and stabbed straight through their skull with ease. I did the same with the other three. After that I moved the dresser back into place and hoped the dead didn't notice the door had opened.

I think I'm gonna go to bed now.

June 15th 2017

I'm not especially excited to have woken up today. There was no pounding on my door today, but there were more in town. What keeps attracting them here of all places. I still need to find out whether or not my combine would efficiently chop up rotting dead people. I guess I'll just go for it. If it breaks down, oh well, what use would I have for it these days?

Hopping on it, I don't know if it will work. I have my hunting rifle slung over my shoulder and my machete to my side in case things go wrong.

I started it up, and that was enough to grab some attention. THey started shambling towards me, and I waited a bit for them to gather into a big group. After that happened, I headed straight into the mass of about 300 zombies. That was not a good idea. I got through the first 50 fine, but then it started slowing down, not being able to grind up the dead. At around 120 it stopped completely, and I was stuck. Luckily my brother knows some people, and I got my glass replaced with bulletproof stuff. I don't even know why he wanted me to do it, he said it would be safer. I can now firmly agree with him.

After it stopped completely, I waited a few minutes before starting it up again. Those were the longest and scariest minutes of my life. There were about 150 dead people pounding on my door. It took a while of me trying, but I finally started it up again, and drove out of the mass, chopping up about 50 in the process. That left about 130 left to destroy, or leave alone. I decided to finish them off. I took a little more slowly the second time around and managed to chop up the rest of the group. There are about 200 heading towards me now. I'll head to the woods, fire a shot, and sneak around the edges so they don't follow me to my house.

I'm glad I know the device will work, so I can use it in the future if need be. They're all searching the forest right now, so I think I'll finally be able to get more rest than before.