March 23rd 2009

I have started to run low on food today, I think I might have to travel out into the city to find some food; I should try to find a store to get more ammunition and such.

I slowly creep open the door to my fort, just as security against any intruders that have entered my home, I open the door fully and peak my head out to see if anything is around. Nothing, I felt assured I packed up several things I must travel little incase I need to run, that might come in handy. I shuffle out my front door to find a ruined city, a terrible site, fires burning, cars crashed, bodies litter the streets and I am still here doing nothing about it. I don't know what has happened to me I was a very shy boy before, now I feel like a cold blooded murderer I don't feel any pain for these half eaten people, nor I feel any pain for the 'people' I have dispatched. I slowly make my way to the first store u see, if you were wondering while I was hiding my car was stolen, so I have to walk. Ever car I find on the way, is either destroyed, on fire, or out of gas. So I approached the store with extreme caution. I do not know if any people are still around, or if any ghouls are still around. Our everyday food market, I enter as doing so ring a bell, as I thought… What the hell? Why do you not have automatic doors on this building, I soon realized that I walked into the wrong store. I had walked into hell, several ghouls jumped up at the sound of the bell. I quickly drew my gun and pulled the trigger…. Nothing, I had forgotten to cock the gun, I pull back the slide and pull the trigger as fast as possible. Hitting the first ghoul straight in the head, black brain matter and blood fly across the room as my round explodes, pull the trigger again pointing at once more another creature, firing exploding as it hits the shoulder, fire once more while this round hits home, sending black 'fluids' flying in every direction, as the final ghoul nears I fire missing several times, stressed by its every so sluggish movements toward me, the limping does not help either. Having to reload, I holster my weapon and reach for my knife, unsheathing it at amazing speed. As I barrel toward the ghoul knife in hand. My boots get caught on a unseen object, making me fall to the ground as the ghoul nears almost impaling myself on my blade. As it nears I am on my feet ready for its attacks, as its first steps in range of my knife I stab it in its ribs, hoping to the side of the spinal column, then withdrawing my blade thrusting it through the forehead of my victim, as it slowly goes to the floor, I retrieve my blade from its head to see it covered in a dark brown, black liquid. I reload my weapon, exit the store, and walk to the food market next door. The automatic doors do not work, because they power has been knocked out. So I slide my fingers in the doors and pry it open, they are not locked. I scavenged the market to find food that is able to eat as is, I only find a few fruits and breads, bottled water and canned goods. I look around for any others to take with me, I find a little more than I was asking for. As I go down the frozen foods isle I find a zombie feeding off the flesh of its fresh meal, as it turns to see what is happening behind it, another zombie appears from the end of the isle and walks toward it friends kill not noticing me or the other, as it chews through the flesh you can hear bones crunch in its mouth. It accidently sinks its teeth into the wrong flesh and bites the other ghoul's hand.
In turn the other ghoul retaliates at starts to bite and claw at the other ghoul. As I watch in horror several zombies appear behind them. This is when I chose to start opening fire, the first few zombie go down with no more than 1 bullet in them. They fall like the cans of the shelf as the bullets hit them. Bodies' lye upon the ground, several ghoul lay atop each other. As I walk down the aisle I make sure they are dead. Searching the rest of the market to find few edible foods that have not spoiled, I start to head for the gun store which is about ½ a mile away. I have a short walk there and then a hell of a walk back with my new cargo, but that is not on my mind. As I near the store, they're seems to be less burnt cars and buildings. As I near the store, I see a man on the roof with a rifle. I wave to signal I'm not infected with this… virus….

I enter the store to find a ladder to the roof, the man greets me with a .45 the head, he asks what I have come for, if I had been bitten, if I had any valuables… My answer to all these are comforting to him, as he lowers his arms. He asks in a quiet voice what a kid of my age is doing roaming around with a gun in the streets looking for a gun store. My answer is, "looking for a friend, so why are you on this roof?", and he replies "Well you found your mate."

We camp out together taking shifts sleeping and looking out for ghouls wondering around and any sign of a human, no luck on the human thing, but jack pot on the aspect of the wondering ghouls. Ever 10 to 20 minutes I'd see at least 2. More than that at times, they walk very slowly so they are very easy to pick off with the rifle, we locked the front door of the store in case if a ghoul or more than one gets to close for comfort.

We have stocks of food that would last us weeks, but the ammo we had to keep going down the ladder to get more and more boxes of 3.08's for the rifle, it had its scope adjusted for 200 yards but every shot was inside that range, but we had it set long so we could hit those far out ones. We had trouble keeping our self's entertained; we had competitions on who could get the most zombies in 1 minute, when there was a great number of them. As they day turned to night, the fun and games stopped.