Wednesday 26 October 2011

Entry 7 - Do not drive

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Okay, here's something new to add to the zombie survival advice: Do not drive during the zombie apocalypse. I cannot stress this enough. Rule number one is do not make loud noises. Driving violates rule number one. Violating rules is bad. I honestly thought the military would have figured this out by now. Two khaki morons drive by the hide-out to pick me driving in a frickin' jeep! Before I knew it we got swamped by zombies from every direction, drawn to the noise. I figure my hide-out is compromised so I bolt for the vehicle and jump in. Then the guys frickin' drive the same way back that they came from! So they drive back into the zombies amassed on their trail. Needless to say we were using zombies as speed bumps before long. With zombies clinging onto our vehicle on all sides, the driver loses control and smashes into a wall.

As I'm trying to regain my composure, the zombies grab the driver through the window. He stands no chance; they drag him screaming out of the car and start biting chunks out of his body. The last I see before I turn away to escape is the awful twitching of a body in complete shock and denial. I escape onto the roof through the now broken back window. Meanwhile the passenger army guy is up, he's seeing his dying friend and bursts out of his side door, machine gun blazing. The sheer numbers of the zombies drawn to this escapade must quickly sap his fighting spirit, because he quickly joins me on the roof.

Together we flee across the jeep's crumpled roof and over the broken wall. We run for several minutes through overgrown fields until we're both panting before stopping. What a fuckery. He introduces himself as Jim. His friend the driver was Bobby. I go on to inform him of my disapproval of their tactics in a significantly unfriendly way. After an exchange of obscenities we start moving towards a base a days walk away, where he says Thomas is staying. This has not been a good few days.

Still Surviving
Katherine

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Tuesday 25 October 2011

Sometimes Cynical - An Introduction














Even before the zombie apocalypse I used to think people were mindless, glassy eyed and shallow fools. Blindingly wandering around staring into their phones, completely oblivious to the vastness of potential experience of the entire world around them. I watched as people tried desperately to get a job without even truly knowing why. I watched as they neglected their own lives in place of talentless and exaggerated celebrities. I watched as they fucked each other, fought each other, always with the same big fucking stupid grin on their faces. Never for love, not even for passion. They did it to provide their tiny lives with some false sense of self worth - never seeming to realise the pointlessness of the exercise. People were clueless. I look out the window now and I don't see anything different. At least no-one here is trying to deny what they've been all along.

There are real people out there still. Just like there was before. Faces in a sea of people. A tiny minority of who actually see the world, who actually take in their senses while everyone else lives in their heads. I've seen one person. A beautiful woman with red hair. I watched her in the barricaded house up the street. Maybe I can find someone who shares my values, and we can explore this world together. 

They came and took her. The military in a military jeep. Everything I've ever hated in a man. A whole group of individuals who deliberately adhere to hyper-masculine norms while submitting all autonomy to the nearest authority figure. They cannot think for themselves. Worst of all, they love themselves, and think others do and should also.

I must rescue her.