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It all happened so quickly. There has been no official warning issued in my county as of yet, but would anyone know if there was? The phone lines are down for good; tried to reach my sister-in-law and brother across town but it's no good. The local news stations are staying mum. Thank God for this blog or I wouldn't be able to keep abreast of anything.
A riot at the morgue, that's how they're saying it started. The dead walk. Sensationalistic nonsense, or so went everyone else's thinking. I've been prepared. I've been waiting for this day. Even my sister, who I've tried to teach basic survival skills to, is in shock. We've locked ourselves indoors, like they said we should, and have barricaded the doors and windows best we could. There's such a panic out there, who can tell the attackers from the attackees? I saw someone one the road just outside the gate to our apartment community, a good samaritan, stop to check on a victim of a hit and run. I've never seen so much blood. The victim groaned and grabbed the arm of the samaritan; soon there were two or three of them there. The poor guy screamed until the last.
We can't stay here forever. We're thinking of heading away from the cities, somewhere costal so we can have the ocean to our back. It's be a five hour drive at the least.
Thanks to this blog, we now know that the zombies cannot smell you when you're covered in their blood. They work from smell, apparently. Fresh blood is like a beacon. How one is supposed to get close enough to them to utilize this information is still questionable, but it's only a short distance to the butcher's. If they ignore dead blood, what's the difference between human and pig or cow? We're hoping nothing. It's risky though.
There are several pawn shops nearby which should yield at least a small defensive arsenal. Ammo is another story. The shooting range is out of our way but it's easier than trying to break into a weapon's shop; their windows and doors are barred beneath the glass and some people are using it as a hideout. That's not going to last long. All it takes is one to figure out how to get in and then they're all determined. They seem to know what the other has done. It's a pack mentality.
ETA: There's been an announcement. There's a mandatory evacuation. The governor's urging those who can help themselves to leave others behind. He's calling the elderly, the disabled, "acceptable casualties." I won't accept that. My sister's deaf, I'm agoraphobic; we've been left behind. we won't allow that to happen to others. We took the neighbor's camper/trailer, my sister and I, and we're looking to help those who cannot fend for themselves. Give us a sign, write in your window, anything, and we'll help. We've painted a giant red cross (in pigs blood, which seems to be holding so far) on both sides of the vehicle and on its bonnet, so you'll know when you see us. Please, give us a sign. If you have a vehicle you can drive, that is practical, with facilities, toilets etc., please join us!
We are calling ourselves Zombie Relief Aides (ZRA; you'll see it written on the camper) and we implore you, do not let the weak, the injured, the undefended become "acceptable casualties."
Signal us any way you can. Help is out there.
ETA: According to this report, zombies will spontaneously combust in the ehat. Which gave me an idea. Flare guns are way easier to come by than ordinary firearms, some hurricane preparedness kits even have 'em. Hey, it's messy, but you can't beat the entertainment value of it!
ETA: We were able to gather in the rural area surrounding Gainesville, in Archer. We are now thirty strong and counting, with no less than five RVs ready to aide and assist. I was pleased to see the number of able-bodied volunteers we've gotten since I've put the call out, from students to the local police. An engineer student is currently busy working out a plan with the map that will allow us to stop and refuel (and gather supplies) in the smallest, least populated towns. We've rescued at least a dozen from infested areas, people trapped in homes and such.
It's easy to pick up a guy when it's the end of the world, I'vwe noticed. Lines like, 'Going my way, stranger?' seem witty and cute under the circumstances, instead of just tired and goofy. Romance among the zombies, hardly the most pressing issue, but if we don't struggle to retain these humanistic qualities, what good are we as survivors?
ETA: Thunder. That's no good. The sky is dark grey, like slate. It's like God wants to wash this mess clean of his earth. I watched the Mythbusters special where they showed that water can actually amplify human scent. They only talked about skin cells, not blood, but it seems practical right now to assume the worst.
ETA: Pouring, driving rain. Maybe this is a blessing after all; they seem confused by it, their vision poor, not that it's doing us any favors on the windshields of our vehicles. We're also less likely to spot survivors. Once again I urge that you do anything to catch our attention!
ETA: We lost one in our caravan. The zombies swarmed, there were about fifty of them towards the end, as if they sensed the weakness. They tipped the RV right over and bashed their way inside once they caught scent of the fresh blood of the injured inside. We had grown to sixty-five in number. We're back down to about forty five.
God help us all.
Your friends at ZRAA (Zombie Relief Aide and Assistance)
ETA: Molotov cocktails, very efficient for rain defense and for taking down packs en masse. Just remember to use oil, cooking is good, gasoline is better. They'll even spread it if they try to get away, cleared a straight path right off the highway for us, and remember to keep clear yourself if in a car!
Some useful advice on handmade weaponry I've found do-it-yourseves to be much more effcient than ordinary firearms!
Been having to drive on the median as so many cars are now blocking the actual tarmac, which can be slow going but no slower than the usual construction delays I might add.
Your friends at ZRAA (Zombie Relief Aide and Assistance)
ETA: I have never killed someone before. I have never wielded a weapon of any sort, but it can come easy when one's life is in danger. It's easier when the lives of those aroudn you are in danger. Thank God for upper body strength for those blunt weapons, I'll tell you. Baseball bats have proven as efficient as firearms, especially in rescue attempts when we got up close and personal.
ETA: Night. Darkness falls and there is a cautious sense of optimism. The sun is fading in a soft orange and rose, the storm has passed. We've seen less and less of the things--some members of my group prefer "ghouls" to the zed word--and those with us who have passed--rest their souls--have stayed dead. Reports are coming in now from other parts of the world, encouraging, hopeful.
So, what happened this day? Will we ever know? Everyone to astronomers to religious zealots have a theory that suits their own agenda. Was it from space as this blogger, the phenomenon's original whistle blower, suggests? I think the evidence is still too thin to draw a definite conclusion, but I personally agree.
We are more than one hundred strong now, around thrity RVs, one Greyhound bus and too many SUVs to count. This has been a team effort and I have seen people rise above their expected limitations, I have seen people's selflessness and their generosity.
What has this taut us, if anything? Teamwork. The spirit of humanity.
And some wicked survival and killing skills to be sure!
I think I'll write a memoir based on my experiences. I can call it You'll Never Eat This Town for Lunch Again!
This is the ZRAA (Zombie Relief--and Rescue--Aide and Assistance Effort) signing off.
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 5:3)
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth (Matthew 5:5)
A riot at the morgue, that's how they're saying it started. The dead walk. Sensationalistic nonsense, or so went everyone else's thinking. I've been prepared. I've been waiting for this day. Even my sister, who I've tried to teach basic survival skills to, is in shock. We've locked ourselves indoors, like they said we should, and have barricaded the doors and windows best we could. There's such a panic out there, who can tell the attackers from the attackees? I saw someone one the road just outside the gate to our apartment community, a good samaritan, stop to check on a victim of a hit and run. I've never seen so much blood. The victim groaned and grabbed the arm of the samaritan; soon there were two or three of them there. The poor guy screamed until the last.
We can't stay here forever. We're thinking of heading away from the cities, somewhere costal so we can have the ocean to our back. It's be a five hour drive at the least.
Thanks to this blog, we now know that the zombies cannot smell you when you're covered in their blood. They work from smell, apparently. Fresh blood is like a beacon. How one is supposed to get close enough to them to utilize this information is still questionable, but it's only a short distance to the butcher's. If they ignore dead blood, what's the difference between human and pig or cow? We're hoping nothing. It's risky though.
There are several pawn shops nearby which should yield at least a small defensive arsenal. Ammo is another story. The shooting range is out of our way but it's easier than trying to break into a weapon's shop; their windows and doors are barred beneath the glass and some people are using it as a hideout. That's not going to last long. All it takes is one to figure out how to get in and then they're all determined. They seem to know what the other has done. It's a pack mentality.
ETA: There's been an announcement. There's a mandatory evacuation. The governor's urging those who can help themselves to leave others behind. He's calling the elderly, the disabled, "acceptable casualties." I won't accept that. My sister's deaf, I'm agoraphobic; we've been left behind. we won't allow that to happen to others. We took the neighbor's camper/trailer, my sister and I, and we're looking to help those who cannot fend for themselves. Give us a sign, write in your window, anything, and we'll help. We've painted a giant red cross (in pigs blood, which seems to be holding so far) on both sides of the vehicle and on its bonnet, so you'll know when you see us. Please, give us a sign. If you have a vehicle you can drive, that is practical, with facilities, toilets etc., please join us!
We are calling ourselves Zombie Relief Aides (ZRA; you'll see it written on the camper) and we implore you, do not let the weak, the injured, the undefended become "acceptable casualties."
Signal us any way you can. Help is out there.
ETA: According to this report, zombies will spontaneously combust in the ehat. Which gave me an idea. Flare guns are way easier to come by than ordinary firearms, some hurricane preparedness kits even have 'em. Hey, it's messy, but you can't beat the entertainment value of it!
ETA: We were able to gather in the rural area surrounding Gainesville, in Archer. We are now thirty strong and counting, with no less than five RVs ready to aide and assist. I was pleased to see the number of able-bodied volunteers we've gotten since I've put the call out, from students to the local police. An engineer student is currently busy working out a plan with the map that will allow us to stop and refuel (and gather supplies) in the smallest, least populated towns. We've rescued at least a dozen from infested areas, people trapped in homes and such.
It's easy to pick up a guy when it's the end of the world, I'vwe noticed. Lines like, 'Going my way, stranger?' seem witty and cute under the circumstances, instead of just tired and goofy. Romance among the zombies, hardly the most pressing issue, but if we don't struggle to retain these humanistic qualities, what good are we as survivors?
ETA: Thunder. That's no good. The sky is dark grey, like slate. It's like God wants to wash this mess clean of his earth. I watched the Mythbusters special where they showed that water can actually amplify human scent. They only talked about skin cells, not blood, but it seems practical right now to assume the worst.
ETA: Pouring, driving rain. Maybe this is a blessing after all; they seem confused by it, their vision poor, not that it's doing us any favors on the windshields of our vehicles. We're also less likely to spot survivors. Once again I urge that you do anything to catch our attention!
ETA: We lost one in our caravan. The zombies swarmed, there were about fifty of them towards the end, as if they sensed the weakness. They tipped the RV right over and bashed their way inside once they caught scent of the fresh blood of the injured inside. We had grown to sixty-five in number. We're back down to about forty five.
God help us all.
Your friends at ZRAA (Zombie Relief Aide and Assistance)
ETA: Molotov cocktails, very efficient for rain defense and for taking down packs en masse. Just remember to use oil, cooking is good, gasoline is better. They'll even spread it if they try to get away, cleared a straight path right off the highway for us, and remember to keep clear yourself if in a car!
Some useful advice on handmade weaponry I've found do-it-yourseves to be much more effcient than ordinary firearms!
Been having to drive on the median as so many cars are now blocking the actual tarmac, which can be slow going but no slower than the usual construction delays I might add.
Your friends at ZRAA (Zombie Relief Aide and Assistance)
ETA: I have never killed someone before. I have never wielded a weapon of any sort, but it can come easy when one's life is in danger. It's easier when the lives of those aroudn you are in danger. Thank God for upper body strength for those blunt weapons, I'll tell you. Baseball bats have proven as efficient as firearms, especially in rescue attempts when we got up close and personal.
ETA: Night. Darkness falls and there is a cautious sense of optimism. The sun is fading in a soft orange and rose, the storm has passed. We've seen less and less of the things--some members of my group prefer "ghouls" to the zed word--and those with us who have passed--rest their souls--have stayed dead. Reports are coming in now from other parts of the world, encouraging, hopeful.
So, what happened this day? Will we ever know? Everyone to astronomers to religious zealots have a theory that suits their own agenda. Was it from space as this blogger, the phenomenon's original whistle blower, suggests? I think the evidence is still too thin to draw a definite conclusion, but I personally agree.
We are more than one hundred strong now, around thrity RVs, one Greyhound bus and too many SUVs to count. This has been a team effort and I have seen people rise above their expected limitations, I have seen people's selflessness and their generosity.
What has this taut us, if anything? Teamwork. The spirit of humanity.
And some wicked survival and killing skills to be sure!
I think I'll write a memoir based on my experiences. I can call it You'll Never Eat This Town for Lunch Again!
This is the ZRAA (Zombie Relief--and Rescue--Aide and Assistance Effort) signing off.
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 5:3)
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth (Matthew 5:5)
