ZOMPOC DIARIES: A story of survival

By Matthew J. Reed

Based off of "The Zombie Survival Guide" by Max Brooks

INFECTION

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Well, it seems to have begun. There were reports of unexplained killings in South Africa.

Apparently, it happened 2 days ago. Started in one of the many squatter camps near Johannesburg. Was a small breakout at first, but it spread rapidly through the camp.

Now, just 2 days later, most of the one camp is infected. Thats all I know right now.

It'll be a matter of weeks before we see anything here, but we're not wasting any time.

Mia and I called our family and friends who didn't already live in the shelter.

So far, we've got 40 people in the shelter.

Myself and Mia, my Wife,

my Brother Danil, a General Practitioner,

His wife Mary, a registered nurse, and their 3 kids.

Mia's sister Tara and her Husband, Luke, a mechanical engineer, their 2 kids,

Mia's brother, Adam, his 2 kids,

My sister Marya and her 2 kids,

Zach, Ex-Military field mechanic and his wife Autumn, an Herbalist.

Phil, a Mechanic, and his wife, Jess, a Physical Therapist,

Erin, a Psychiatrist and her life partner Leanne, a Paramedic,

Mike, a Police Officer and brother, Allan, a Chiropractor,

Also, Adam, a butcher and hunter, his wife, Meradith, a Botanist,

Lawrence, a Mechanic, his wife Toni, a Pharmacist,

Samir, a Biologist, his wife Asha, an ER Surgeon,

Dave, a welder, his girlfriend, Megan, also a welder,

Vasili, a CAD designer, his girlfriend, Valentina, a Photographer,

and Ben, Also a CAD designer, his wife, Chantel, a professional Childcare worker, and their two children.

Dr. Ryan Williams, a Sports Physician, and his wife, Nicole, a Pharmacist.

And Milla Keiv (30), a Former Russian Special agent who defected to the US in 2011.

From this point on is a Log of Humanity's strugle against the Undead.

God Help us.

-SV

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

0700

We're meeting with one of my cousins in Detroit tonight. We're going to pick up some weapons for the Waverly facility, and stock up our own. They've got one hell of a shelter there. They own the shipyard next to the one my Dad owned (I own half of it now, they own the other half). They've got an old freighter as their shelter.

They requently make trips to Mother Russia to stock up their arms cache.

I'm going to be buying several Kalashnikovs, SPS's, MP5's and M4's from them, as well as a few Mosin's and such. They can get everything in mass quantities. I'm getting 2 full pallets of Ammo for the guns. Should last a while. I'm taking Danil and Mila with me. Hope all goes well.

1100

Got word from my contact in the DCH, the DHS, and even my friend in the DOD that infection on American Soil is inevitable. It may be a month or more, but they advised me to seek shelter. Also told me if I let word get out why they were moving to the bunker, I'd be hunted down and killed.

In turn for this information, I've got to keep them posted with what's happening in my area in relation to the infection. Simple trade-off, I think.

1900

We've got a few people calling us, wanting us to help them fortify their houses. I've agreed to do a few, with adequate payment. I'll essentially just be installing anti-burgalary measures. Bars on the windows, bars on the doors, re-enforced door and window frames, bullet-proof glass, and a few other measures, including steel plates in the walls to block stray rounds, an emergency exit from the basement to the backyard, and a small water filtration system.

2330 (meet)

0200 (typed up, while listening to the voice recording I made on my phone.)

We're En-route to the meet. It is Elevel o-clock right now, and we're 5 minutes, on a normal day, from the yard. Today, though, there's some sort of block party blocking the wat into the yard. I'm tempted to open fire, but I don't want to draw any more attention than necessary. Though, Oddly, we're in Sergri's lifted 2012 Ford F450 Diesel Extended Crew Cab with an external roll cage, pulling an equally rugged caged-in trailer. There are 4 of us, in full tactical gear, in the truck. Not sure it'll be easy to get through.

We're rolling up to the crowd at the moment. Just barely moving. 1.5 miles an hour,according to the GPS.

Oh...yeah...several people noticed the truck and are watching. Pointing, too.

Damn. That's not what we need. They're making a gap.

Ok. Now, we're on approach to the yard's front gate.

There's an attendant in the booth.

(In the background)

"How we doing tonight?" –guard

"Alright, sir." – Sergei

"What's your buisness here tonight?" – Guard

"Meeting with my Cousin, Kiril." – Sergei

"Got some ID?" – Guard

"Sure." – Sergei

Ok, he's taking Sergei's ID into the booth. He picked up the phone.

Probably calling Kiril.

Oh, he's coming back.

(Background)

"Ok, Sir. You can go on ahead. Here's your ID back." – Guard.

"Thank you." – Sergei

We're approaching several rows of containers.

Most of them have russian lettering.

"Hey, Sergei, you know where the boat is?"

"Yeah. Just the other side of these containers."

Ok, so we're approaching an opening in the containers. It's...holy shit...this is a fortress!

There's a massive gate. Looks like it's made of more containers, cut into bits.

The gates are opening.

Oh, damn...dudes on the walls with AK's...

"Good thing I know these guys, eh?" – Sergei

"Yeah, man." – Me

We're in. Driving through this place makes me think of that scene on iRobot...where Spooner is running from the robots...

We're rolling up to what looks like the edge of the pier.

There are 2 guys standing by the base of the gangway from the ship. They've got M4's.

We're stopping in front of them.

We're getting out of the vehicle. I'll pick this up after the deal is done.

-45 minutes later...

That was a success. We scored 2 full pallets of ammo (stacked on the pallets 4 feet high), 10 AK,s 5 SKS's, 5 MP5's, 4 Mosin-Nagant rifles, a pair of nice German WW2 sniper rifles and some KGB-spec optics.

We had to pay a pretty penny for all of it, but I think it was well worth it.

The pallets fit perfectly in the trailer, and the guns all fit inside the bed of the truck. The bed is covered in a fiberglass and steel shell, so everything in it is concealed.

All we've got to do is get back to the compound without drawing attention to ourselves.

It's late, so the traffic should be light.

I'm told we're driving to the Delta compound, and dropping off the cargo at Waverly in the morning.

30 minutes later..

Ok, so I think we've got a problem.

From what I can tell, we've got 3 trucks following us. They look to be Late model Suburbans, but I'm not sure.

They've got those annoying-as-hell LED headlights. We pulled onto the freeway, and they followed us. We're in the center lane, and so are they. They aren't gaining on us, nor are we gaining space between them.

-5 minutes later...

They're speeding up. One of them went left, another right. Oh, damn...there are at least 5 behind them..half went right, half went left..they're passing us. The first one is right beside us. Unmarked, black. Definitely Suburbans. Blacked-out windows, Government plates. Damn, this better not be ATF. The others are following close. Sergei is letting off a bit, giving them space. They're not slowing. Damn...Looks like 12 total. What the hell...

They're all ahead of us now. No, wait...one is falling back..

He's beside the truck now, right side.

The driver is motioning for me to roll the window down.

..rolling it down..

(background)

"Hey, what are you guys doing out so late?" – driver

"On our way back from our mothers funeral." – me

"Sorry to hear that. Look. The highway's been shut down. You guys are going to have to take a different route." – Driver

"What happened?" – Me

"That's classified information, sir." – Driver

"Where is it closed?" – Me

"next exit." – Driver

"thanks." – Me

..rolling up the window..

The suburban is speeding up.

We're taking the next exit, I guess...

An hour later...

Well, we've gotten around the roadblock, and back onto the highway.

Sergei seems to think the infection has gotten here already.

IT seems to make sense.

Government Suburbans, huge section of roadblock by the airport, an international transportation hub...yeah...it's here.

-Danil

Thursday, 19 April 2012

0600

So, all signs are pointing to the spread of the infection to US soil far faster than anyone had predicted. Likely, an infected passenger on one of the flights from South Africa made it to the US...Which means that more than likely, they had a layover in Paris...No reports of infection in Paris, yet. Probably going to be covered up with a bogus "Terrorist attack" story.

I turned on the TV this morning after we got back, and saw a news report from Detroit.

They said there was a "terrorist attack"...right... I've seen enough shit happen that wasn't supposed to happen..I've seen plenty of cover-ups, I know when a "terrorist attack" is bullshit...

Either way, the infection reached US soil, and in fact, Michigan soil 10 times faster than I had expected it to. So..Now we've got to be on full alert.

Danil, Vasili, Zach and I are leaving soon to unload the munitions at Waverly.

We've got a few friends stationed there full time since we opened, mainly to tend to the gardens.

It's been suggested that we hijack a few fuel trucks. Sounds like a good idea now. 3 weeks ago, I'd have said no, but given that fuel will soon become scarce. So, tonight, after we drop the weapons off, we're going to to down to the fuel distribution center on Grand River ave, and take a few trucks. Just hope we can tell which are full of Diesel...

1200

We delivered the guns, and ammo to Waverly, and stocked them in the Cache we built.

Took about a half hour to do. We're heading out to the fuel depot later tonight. Should be interesting..

2300

We were able to get into the facility, observe the loading process, ensuring we were getting diesel. We pretended to be truck inspectors. We had the driver get out for a "routine" walk-around. While the drivers were distracted, Kiril, Danil and Zach each got into a truck, and drove off, while the driver and I were watching in bewilderment...damn I'm good at faking surprise.

Stupid drivers...anyway, I stuck around until they got a hold of someone to come get them.

Once I got back to Delta, we put the trucks into the pole barn, hiding them from view from overhead. We're going to end up painting them all black, after we remove any form of identification. We're naturally going to remove any GPS locators in the trailers. The trucks, we'll end up parting out. They'll get painted Camoflauge, and parked outside.

-SV

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