I enjoyed that cup of coffee and from what I am seeing, New Zealand is probably the safest country on earth right now and definitely with all the coffee and tea I saw. They are the happiest country on earth…

I left New Zealand as they were and did not try to help in anyway. They are a proud people and have all rights to be proud. They have set themselves up to win against the Zombies and now if I could just find the rest of the world trying to do the same…

The problem I see, If too many Zombies take to the water and try to over run the Island…

I will keep my eyes open on that one and will help, if I need too…

Stryker

My name is Bernice,

Many on the Island say that I am the richest person in the world. I say hogwash because there is not wealth anymore…

I am sitting here having a cup of real coffee with Stryker and telling him my story of the beginning of the Zombie Virus…

My husband bless his soul, use to say something and I heard it so many times that I almost divorced him, he would never shut up about three things…

Coffee, tea and salt! Those were the three items that he said would make anyone rich. He said that the world would always need coffee, tea and salt…

Well until the Zombie Virus attack, we were dirt poor! My husband put every penny we had into stocking, coffee, tea and salt. I am the proud owner of huge warehouses full of coffee, tea and salt…

No one on this Island has any coffee tea and salt, except me! The huge salt plants that we have on New Zealand are still overrun with Zombies, by the hundreds of thousands and no one ever thought it necessary to stock tea and coffee. Well that is except my husband…

I remember that I woke to my husband coming home early morning. That was normal for him, because he also met the ships at the dock to try to make deals on coffee and tea…

I heard him muttering around in the kitchen and I decided that for once I would get up and see what he was doing. I still really loved him, except this coffee and tea thing he had and recently salt thing, was driving me crazy…

I walked into the kitchen and was not prepared for what I saw. He was sitting at the kitchen table and he had blood all over him. I sat down across from him and asked if he was okay. He said, “yup” and then fell face forward onto the table top…

I then thought, “Fight, drunk and stupid!”

I turned to get a clean cloth and wet it in the sink. That is when I turned around and right in my face was my husband, but it was not my husband. Those beautiful blue eyes, that everyone said went so well with my green eyes, were dull gray and bloodshot. I could see that no one was home upstairs in his brain and in fact I recognized immediately that he was a Zombie…

I have always been fascinated by Zombies and my husband was a Zombie and all I could see in his eyes was the fact that he wanted my brain to eat…

Well I did not hesitate, nor did I say to myself, “But that is my husband!” I just grabbed the nearest thing that my hand found and it was a cast iron skillet and very heavy. Since the adrenalin was flowing inside of me, I crushed his head like a ripe melon…

That very moment my next door neighbor burst in through the front door of my house and he saw me standing there with a skillet and a dead Zombie husband on the floor. He then said, “Looks like you know what is happening!”

He then turned real quick and I saw him blow his kids head off in my doorway. What a wonderful start to the morning, huh?

I then quickly got dressed and him and I made our way to my warehouses. My husband believed in fortress type warehouses and I knew that nowhere was safer. We picked up 10 more as we made our way there and ended up with 8 of us total as we kept loosing people to Zombies as we went…

Since New Zealander’s are not rude, crude and socially unacceptable. I have had no problem with my empire of coffee, tea and salt. Everyone gets some, as it is rationed and I get what is needed also in return. I get eggs and such for coffee and such…

They like to play money games and say I am worth trillions, but I know that we are all worth trillions, we have survived so far and that is what is important…

So my crazy husband and his dream of a coffee, tea and salt empire has come true. I just wish he could have been here to see it all come true…

New Zealand: The only country on earth left with coffee and tea. Don’t try to come here and get it! We are watching for you other countries and just like we have beat the Zombies we will beat you too…

Bernice…

I left harry to his thoughts and decided to wander the Island of New Zealand some more. I found a woman named Bernice and she was good for a cup of real coffee and a tale from the Zombie side…

Lets see what Bernice had to say about the Zombie Virus…

Stryker…

I took one last look at the massive dead Zombie, that was my neighbors wife and stepped inside his home after he did. We had about 30n seconds and the house would be full of Zombies. So we did what was most important! Picked up every gun and ammo that we could carry in a big duffel bag and ran out the back door…

Now this guy had some guns and ammo and I was very thankful after the first few minutes of running. He also had a handful of grenades and as we walked out the back door of his house he tossed two of them inside the house and we ran…

Now let me tell you, Zombie parts everywhere as soon as those grenades went off. I remember that I discovered that a Zombie head removed from the body is not dead and could be still very dangerous if he can bite you. After the grenades went off, I was knocked flat by the concussion and when my vision focused again, I had a jaw snapping Zombie head about 4 inches from my face. He had a real bad attitude and being dismembered from his head, did not stop him from trying to eat me…

I also learned that tossing a grenade like that is not smart…

Mister neighbor guy was laying face down with a wood spike stuck out the back of his head and he was rather dead…

I grabbed his guns and ammo and my guns and ammo and ran for safety. In this case it was an old Catholic Church. It had huge doors and they bolted solid from inside. I entered the church and too my surprise there was not a soul inside. I slammed the huge doors shut, just as a horde of Zombies made it too the stairs to the church. I ran and bolted all door that I found and then went to the upper area of the church, so that I could look out over the town…

That is when I saw others on the roofs all over town. So I knew I was not alone, but it looked like maybe only 10 or 12 were left of us humans…

I saw rain clouds in the horizon and knew that would be the chance to get to help others and it looked like the church would be a good place to hold out until we could figure out what to do…

Soon it rained and all the Zombies true to what happened the other night. Stopped ant stared at the rain. Kinda stupid, but also kinda a really good thing. I could now move freely and not have to fight, every step of the way…

Too make short work of what happened next, we all got together and stayed at the church. We gathered all the food we could find from the stores and all the guns and ammo we could find also. It rained for two days and when that last drop fell from the sky. We slammed the church doors shut and then as the Zombies reactivated, we sniped them from the bell tower of the church…

After a few weeks of shooting Zombies and watching the crows eat the remains, we were able to start going out and cleaning up the mess of bodies. Then as soon as we got our little town cleaned up, it seems that other towns had done the same as us…

To keep thing short for this part, we had more women than men and that seemed to be true as far as we could tell all over the country. We put in a semblance of a government and started to win the battle against the Zombies…

Then something happened and we knew we were in trouble…

Out of the waters of the ocean came thousands of Zombies. The Australian Zombies were coming to feast on us New Zealanders…

You can imagine the carnage as hundreds of thousands of these underwater Zombies came walking upon our shores. Never dreamed that a Zombie would be able to walk under the water and come up somewhere else in the world. Damn Zombies…

Well that prompted the building of a wall around New Zealand and fences where walls could not easily be built. We had help in the fact that New Zealand’s coast is very full of cliffs! That gave us time to build and kill…

I have to tell you that a Zombie never sleeps and never rests. He just keeps going and sooner or later he would clamber to the top of the cliff he was trying to get up. It was like a relentless siege on a castle. Except they never rested and there was millions and millions of them…

Now while we were killing many more of them than they killed of us! That really did not matter to them. We loose one and that was one that never was replaced. They lost one and twenty walked out of the water to replace them. The beaches were sardine packed with Zombies as they tried to find a way to get to us…

I seriously doubted my beliefs in god at times and I know that I have been mentally altered by all that has happened. When we started to see Zombies from India, I thought I would go nuts. I kept it together and just killed and killed Zombies…

So like I said when I met Stryker. I was working on the fence and Stryker appeared from nowhere. Maybe he gave me back my feelings that god is watching over us, because I know he has something to do with angles and stuff. He just appeared from nowhere and that just does not happen…

I am done with my story as I have to go and shoot some Zombies. We now have Zombies from China walking up on our beaches. We found out that there is a slip stream of high speed water that is an ocean current. Once a Zombie gets in that current he is whisked speedily towards us and comes up on our shore. It makes for great weather and lots of rain, but it also brings millions of Zombies…

See you later and I hope to see Stryker again someday…

Harry

When Stryker appeared, (I never have figured out where he came from) I was working on the fence and wall in the south side of the Island. I felt a presence and when I turned around there was Stryker…

If Stryker had been a Zombie I would have been dead or worse turned into a Zombie…

Stryker helped me with the fence and never said a word. I took the help gratefully and was glad he was a good guy. I had seen too many bad guys, so to speak…

Then the only thing Stryker really said to me was, “Tell me what you were doing the day, the Zombie Virus struck?”

So, I told him…

I had just moved to New Zealand. I brought my family with me and we had bought a little lot located outside of town, with other neighbors located nearby. New Zealand has got to be the most beautiful place on earth, or at least until the Zombies came and we turned New Zealand into a Fortress, that is…

I will never forget the morning that the Zombie Virus struck…

It was raining cats and dogs outside, I awoke to a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning. My wife was gone from the bed and I decided to get up and see if all was okay…

Now that was an understatement. Just okay would have been a blessing, but what I found was just plain not okay…

The house was empty and my two boys and wife were not to be found. I was standing near the front bay window of the house and a flash of lightning lit the would up out side. I saw my two boys and wife standing in the yard, staring straight up into the sky, heads back, mouths open and eyes unblinking…

I ran outside and tried to scream over the raging storm. Nothing I did had an effect on them. I shook them and screamed at them and slapped them across the face. They just stood there and stared into the sky. I even knocked then to the ground and they would just get back up and stare at the sky again…

I finally gave up and went back into the house. It was extremely cold and very wet. I look back now at the fact that I did not drag them into the house. For they would have come out of the Rain Trance, as I like to call it and try to eat me. I had no idea at that point that they were Zombies and was very venerable to what was happening to me family. Something told me to leave them be and do some thinking first before I went any farther in this matter…

I guess God was looking out for me, but I wish he could have looked out over my family and taken me instead…

I stood by the bay window the rest of the night. Ever flash of lightning lit up my families faces and I realized that they were not normal anymore. Every flash of lightning showed me more and more things wrong about them. One flash would reveal a bite mark on the boys necks and the next flash would reveal that my wifes left hand had three fingers missing…

Then I saw something that shocked me. I saw 10 other people standing off the side of the yard and they were doing the same thing as my wife and kids…

That is when I went and locked all the doors and windows. I closed all the storm shutters and batten down the hatches as we say. That is what saved my life, for I then passed out as I bolted the last door. I do not know why, but I guess that my brain had had enough right at that moment…

I awoke to the sounds of moans and smashing, against the doors and windows of the house. I peaked out the peep hole in the front door and staring right back at me was my wife and she sensed that I was there. She went into a frenzy and started shake the door in its hinges. That was the Que for all the Zombies around the house to try to knock the house down…

It was right then as I had looked at my wifes gray and torn face, that I realized that these were Zombies. These were brain eating Zombies and somehow, I did not become one…

I am green eyed, but so is my wife and two boys. So why did they change?

I figured that out as I went to an upstairs window and watched what later became known to me as the Zombie marriage issue…

It took a day, but I discovered that when a Zombie bites a human and changes that human. The Zombies form a marriage of sorts. They stay together and as the group grows so does the lethality of the group. More Zombies, more brains and food…

I saw our neighbor man, my wife and mt two kids all together in one group. Later as my brain started to work, I realized that my wife was bit by that guy and she then bit the children of ours. The rain must have saved my life as my wife and kids went outside to be tranced by the rain. So then I realized later that my wife had gone to play patty cake (hanky panky) with the good looking neighbor guy and when infected she stumbled home before turning and went to the kids. Then she turned and bit the kids and I slept the whole time this was happening. I was saved by the storm that started and all the Zombies wandered out into the rain to do the Zombie Trance thing…

My wife was a well known rounder back in Britain and I really hoped that moving to New Zealand would slow that process down, but I guess once a tramp always a tramp…

I spent a few days feeling sorry for myself and then I woke to reality. I realized that there had to be others still human and I would find them. The power was off and the food was gone. I had a shotgun and three boxes of shells. Bird shot for fowl hunting. But let me tell you at close range, it takes the Zombie head clean off at the neck…

I determined that these Zombies were without a doubt, not human anymore and that all they care about is their next meal. I decided to leave…

My Zombie wife was at the door still trying to get in. I opened the door and pulled her inside. I then closed the door as I went outside. I decided that she should stay a Zombie and be imprisoned and rot slowly till she is gone. The house would make her a good prison, bless her skanky soul…

The boys were good and did not deserve to be Zombies. I put them out of their Zombie Virus misery. Then as I contemplated that I just shot what use to be my two boys. The gun blasts brought every Zombie for miles around, to see what was up. Noise is the biggest factor of Zombie attacks…

So next I blew the guy next doors head off and proceeded to decimate the Zombies in the yard of my home. Then I saw the neighbor across the street and he was waving from his upstairs window. I worked my way over to him and at this point I was running low on ammo…

He yelled at me and said, “My battle axe of a Zombie wife is still in the house, she wants to eat my brains. Could you please blow her head off for me, so that I can get my guns and ammo. I warn you she is a tough character and she will not go down easy. Oh – God how I hate her…”

With that he ducked his head back inside…

I tried the door and found it locked. I then blew the lock off and the door swung inward. That is when I met my first Zombie that could move and move fast. By god she was a real bitch to kill. It shot her twice, but with her speed and size, I was lucky to just get off two shots. They hit her in the chest and she acted like I spit at her, instead of two rounds of bird shot at close range. She was a huge woman and filled the whole hallway that she charged down…

I was saved at that point by her husband as he came up behind her and smacked her with a baseball bat. That allowed me to reload as she decided to take his brains instead. He screamed and ran back to the stairs with her close on his heels…

I clicked the gun closed and the sound of the click seemed like it was amplified a million times. The Zombie from Hell turned at the noise and stared at me. I could see what was left of that brain thinking about my brains and that I would be good to eat…

She moaned this horrendous moan and charged down the hallway at me. I was backed against the door and she was charging like a freight train. I had two shells of bird shot and that just seemed to be not enough, right at that moment…

I heard the guy yell. “Get down!”

So I hit the floor and he had found his guns. I heard a roar and she was hit in the back with a round of buckshot from his shotgun. She hit the door instead of me as I was laying on the floor. She also tripped on me and as she hit the front door she tore it off the hinges and went out into the front yard with twenty other Zombies , who had come to see what is for dinner…

She got up and grabbed another Zombie and tore that Zombie in half. Then she turned toward us standing in the doorway and charged…

I had reloaded and so had he. He yelled, “Kill the bitch!” Then we both unloaded our shotguns into her…

She stopped and wavered for a second and I saw that her head had sustained enough damage that she should be incapacitated. She had brains oozing out the side of her head and as she wavered, her husband pulled out a 9mm Glock and unloaded it into what was left of her head. She finally went down and went down permanently…

But we had a yard full of Zombies and no front door to stop them from getting us…

That is it for today and tomorrow I will finish the story.

So Part 2 of Harry’s Tale will be next…

Stryker…

Harry was British and I found him in Australia. Or actually New Zealand and that distinction is important to remember. New Zealand is an Island located right next to Australia…

The largest stronghold of green eyed humans that I found was located in New Zealand. While Australia was decimated and had a 99.9999& turn rate into Zombies. New Zealand had only a 95% turn rate from the Zombie Virus…

So New Zealand became the Zombie target for delicious Human Brains and steaks. They walked from Australia straight into the Ocean and headed to New Zealand. 25,000,000 Zombies headed to New Zealand for dinner…

The population of New Zealand at the time of the Zombie Virus was about 500,000 people and that means 25,000 people were originally making a stand in New Zealand and trying to stay alive…

Next Harry’s Story…

Stryker

Hi my name is Syrius, I know it is a strange name and my mother and father who gave it to me were never known to me. I was raised by nuns in an orphanage. I was raised in a world of sadness and hurtfulness. But I was raised tough and my heart is in the right place. I care about the little things in life and I have found out that there is a god! Or at least a god that I believe in…

I was tending to the little ones when it hit. Little ones are children and even several little dogs. For you see I am helping in a Monastery Orphanage. I had 10 little ones with me that day and two little dogs…

I also have what I call a guardian angel that helps protect me. Yes I believe in things like that and no one will convince me otherwise, especially after that day the Zombie Virus hit…

I felt a chill run through the nunnery that day and not long after the chill went through, people started to change into Zombies. I had gone into the hallway to see what was the matter with people. I had started to hear moans and screams…

The doors to the playroom that I was watching the little ones in was very heavy and strong. That was a blessing, because after I killed my first Zombie, I barricaded the door after locking it…

My first Zombie to kill was the Reverend Mother, it was a sad thing to have to do. I realized that everyone was a Zombie except me and the little ones…

After shutting the doors, I asked my guardian to help me. No one believes me, that I have a guardian and in fact I have had several and so far they have all died trying to protect me and the little ones…

My life long guardian died fighting the Zombie Virus itself. If it was not for him, then we would have all changed into Zombies. For I am blue eyed and all the kids are brown eyed…

We are the exception in this world and I plan on keeping us that way. It seems that god has chosen to help me and I pray everyday that we get out of this mess…

It seems that the Zombie Virus has a short life span in the open air. It was this short life span that saved us. My guardian entity absorbed all the virus and was turned himself by so much virus in his system…

I got to see him at the end and he begged me to destroy him as he was changing and turning into a Zombie. He handed me the sword that I use to this day. A sword of unimaginable beauty. I know it is not of this earth and it kills Zombies at a touch…

As soon as I had removed the head from the guardian. I turned and saw 10 little sets of eyes on me. They were scared, but at the same time very trusting. They had no one left in the world but me and they and I knew that…

We had supplies for over a week inside the room. We weathered the storm so to speak. After a week of Zombies trying to break down our door, it stopped as fast as it started…

I waited 1 more day and then opened the door. What awaited me was madness…

I stepped into the huge hallway and it was littered with Zombie bodies. All dead and not moving. I looked to the end of the hallway and I saw who I now know is Stryker…

He was walking away from me and it looked to me as though he had just killed hundreds of Zombies. I never saw him again until right now I tell you this story…

I closed the door behind me to the little ones room and followed him out the gates of the Monastery…

I watched him kill Zombies and he had this little dog with him that ripped Zombie throats out, with what looked like Titanium Teeth…

They went away into the sunset and not a Zombie was left. They killed thousands of Zombies and after I watched for two hours they finally disappeared from sight…

I was touched on the shoulder and I spun around. I saw not a Zombie but another guardian. This time a she…

She lead me back to the little ones and I was told that I was saved to care for the future of mankind. That these little ones are all that is left of real humans to reproduce. The few that have survived only have a 10% chance of reproducing, but with the help of the gods and a little luck, these little ones will repopulate the earth…

I have been doing a lot of thinking about why I was chosen and what all this means to the earth and I decided that god is the only hands that I can trust in and that he must have a reason for what he is doing…

After the female guardian was killed by a horde of Zombies trying to get the little ones and I was almost killed also. We gained another guardian. This one was a huge god like man! He has been with me ever since and he has never spoken a word. Just grunts and kills Zombies and never seems to sleep. He is always there, but yet never there to interfere when not needed. He is a god and that I am sure, but not thee God…

I kept having dreams of Stryker and his dog. I kept seeing his sitting on a throne in Heaven. I could see his dog changing into a bear and it was a bear so huge that it would take twenty men to reach around him…

Stryker came into my dreams and when he did, I knew that he was special…

One day I woke screaming and my guardian appeared to check on what happened. I screamed at him about Stryker. I said, “He is God, isn’t he?” I said, He is God isn’t he?”

My guardian shook his head, “YES!” Then disappeared and I was alone with my thoughts again…

Then my dreams started to change and I started to see myself as a child on another planet. I just knew this was wrong, but I kept dreaming these dreams. I had one dream that I know I saw my mother…

She was beautiful and perfect…

Then I realized that I was something not of this earth and that I was chosen due to my past to protect these children…

I was a chosen mother to care for the last of mankind on earth…

I felt you walk into the Monastery (Stryker) and I know now that you are God and God walks the earth again. Then you touched me and I felt the real truth. I felt the Reaper in you. Then I realized who I was and what I was…

I am a female Human/Reaper! I have a Reaper father and a human mother. I am a hybrid Reaper that was chosen to protect and not take life and souls. I felt the power flow from you and you did something to me…

I hope that I am worthy of being chosen for this job of caring for humanity. Or what is left of humanity…

Stryker is a Reaper God of Humanity, maybe the Universe…

Syrius

After I left Mangual, I came upon a woman named Syrius…

Syrius was a delicate, small and beautiful woman. Black shimmering hair and green eyes. Her size does not matter for she has heart and her heart is strong enough to win in this world of Zombies…

I found her to be as pure of a good soul as possible on Earth and I left her after her tale of how it all began, I left her with a touch of immortality and a place to hopefully rest her soul forever. She was truly worthy of being blessed by the gods…

Here is Syrius’s tale of the day that the Zombie Virus struck…

Stryker

Mangual’s Story…

I lived in the heart of Africa. I do not have a family and I do not have friends. For those type of people get you killed and killed is not what I desire…

I look at Stryker and see Kishi an evil demon spirit that I better obey or I will be killed too…

So here is my story of when it all started…

I was walking the long path to get water. In my area water is 12 kilometers away and not always is available. We had a group of white men who would come a drain the pool of water. They liked to wash their cars and such, we liked to have water for drinking and such…

It took a day for the pools to recover and we most of the time did not have enough water to hardly live on, much less waste on washing a car. They had big guns and lots of money, they ruled as they rule in most areas of the world. We just suffered in silence…

Today was different and I will never forget it. I had gotten up at 4 am, I was going to get there before the water thieves, but as I approached the pool of water. I saw the white men already there…

Damn, I thought and knew that the water would be gone…

I still approached and found the pool full of dead and ripped apart bodies. This was not good, the water was now contaminated and worse the bodies were all white men…

I looked around and saw no one. I saw a trailer that was half full of fresh water. I looked around and still saw no one…

I disconnected the trailer and since it was a four wheel trailer I could pull it. It had a month supply of water for my village in it. I looked around again and then started to walk slowly away from the death that I found. I knew we had a month to get a new source of water or get this source cleaned up. That would be after I got all this water safely to my village…

I reached a kilometer away from the pool of water and then heard a moan. A terrible sickening moan. A moan of the ones with trypanosomiasis Zombie disease…

But this moan was getting closer and I never knew a Zombie to move, or at least an African Zombie from sickness…

Then out of nowhere a stumbling gray skinned Zombie with flesh of a white man hanging from his mouth came at me. I dropped the water trailer that I was pulling and sidestepped the Zombie. This Zombie wanted some black boy to eat also and that was not on my agenda to happen…

I consider myself a warrior and I carry a knife to defend myself and hunt with. I also have a spear at home and know how to use it. Today I defended myself with my knife and ended up cutting off the Zombie head as I knew was the only way to stop the creature. We in Africa have much knowledge of Zombies and that is why you will see many more Africans alive after the day of Zombies…

Yes I am green eyed and we have long ago discovered that green eyes are survivors. The land is so flat that we can see Zombies from a long way away and hence we have survived out in the open easily…

I got the water back to the village and found only two village members alive and not Zombies. The only other two who had green eyes. The non green eyes turned a 100% to Zombies. It looked like something had been in the air. In the air everywhere…

I have said enough and I hope that Kishi is satisfied and will let me go on about my life as a poor black man?

Mangual

Green eyed Peter told me a story one night while I was traveling out West in the area known as Death Vally. He had set himself up pretty good and it made sense. He said the the desert and the heat evaporated the moisture out of the Zombies. Once the body lost enough moisture then the Zombies while not officially dead, where incapacitated. The body was dried out and stiff. If they moved at all it was very very slow and minor in range. Now if they were able to get into rain, the body would absorb water like a sponge and reanimate to movement again. Hence the reason that they stand and stare at the rain. The rain is life for them…

Peter told me that he tried the beach front, but that Zombies on the beach were fast and strong. They always had plenty of moisture to absorb…

Here is Peters story…

HI!

My name is Peter and I was in a skyscraper about 38 stories off the ground, when it all happened…

I was sipping my morning cup of coffee and staring out the window. I was thinking about the Langsly account and what I had to do to present the billion dollar deal…

That was when something way below caught my eye. I blinked twice and rubbed my eyes. I was sure that what I saw from that high up distance was wrong…

It looked like the little ant person was eating another ant person, way below me in the street. Then it struck me that there was tons of fires and car wrecks. I grabbed my cell phone and called home. My wife answered screaming, saying something about the fact that our daughter bit her in the neck. Then the phone line went dead and never worked again. The sight I found days later was gruesome to say the least. They even ate the dog…

My mind was racing like a tightly sprung timer and I stared back at the street below me and saw a small group of people surrounded by hundreds of stumbling grotesque things that use to be humans. That is the second that I realized that we were in a Zombie attack…

It was a matter of seconds and the people were a tasty meal for the Zombies and a few minutes later, the Zombies broke up and wandered around looking for more humans to eat. I was absorbed in thought when I heard a moan behind me…

I turned and Sam the night janitor was stumbling toward me. He had that Zombie moan and Zombie stare down perfect. He also had a bite mark on his neck and he also wanted my brains…

I looked around for a weapon and my eyes settled on my trophy stick to play the game of Hurling with. I am Irish and I love the sport, I have a stick in my office and the stick is called a Hurl. It is a paddle to hit the ball called a slither…

Now to say the least is that it is a good stick to hit thing with. In fact it is the perfect Zombie weapon and being an expert in its use in the sport, I can drop a Zombie in one blow and they will never get up again…

Sam became the first of hundreds of Zombies that I re-killed with that weapon of choice. I even broke into a sports store and stocked up on the sticks! They are good for about 50 Zombie heads before they crack and I have even found a brand of them that can go a hundred Zombie heads. As it is I carry about 4 on me at all times. I have made a special back sling that I keep three in as spare…

I looked down at a Sam that was still and dead. Then I heard several more moans out in the hallway…

I peeked around the corner of the door and saw the coffee cart lady and the mail room boy stumbling around looking for something to eat. I decided to dispatch them quickly and keep them silent. As you all know! Zombies are attracted to sound…

Whop Whop and down they went. I stood listening for anymore sounds. All was quiet and I decided to slowly make my way from the building and try to get home. As I said that took several days. The building was infested with Zombies and I never found a single live human in the whole building. 45 stories of Zombie death and I started down from the 38th floor, one quiet step at a time…

I easily gathered my first hundred kills before I left the building and long ago broke the stick. I had to resort to various other means to kill Zombies as I worked my way down the floors. At one point I was using a sharpened broom handle to ram through their eyes…

I left many more alive than killed, because why bother a silent Zombie and risk attracting 20 more to fight. So I just slipped by all the Zombies that I could and left them too wander in circles aimlessly…

I ate lots of dough nuts in the first two days. You see everyone was showing up to work and first comers bring lots of goodies to eat. I drank coffee and ate sugar treats. By the time I reached the street level, I was overdosed on caffeine and sugar. Cocaine could not have done a better job of sending me flying and when I stepped out onto the streets, I needed every drop of caffeine and sugar that I had consumed…

In few days I got to my home. I found death itself had visited my family and the two, had eaten themselves…

Mother ate daughter and daughter ate mother until they were not able to even function anymore. All that worked was two heads with these eyes that followed me and gnashed their teeth trying to taste my flesh…

Sadness was an understatement. I pushed a broom handle through their eyes and extinguished that unholy life that existed inside those heads…

Sorry!! I guess I do not want to talk any more! I hate those damn Zombies and will kill everyone of them myself if I have too on this whole planet…

Peter

I left Peter as he was smashing a Zombie head with his favorite weapon a Hurl stick! I had shook his hand and I gave him a present internally. I increased his energy and power. He will need it and I know that he will live another 5 years. I know because I am the one who will collect his soul. I decided to amp him up and hopefully he will kill many many Zombies, before they get him…

Yes he will be a Zombie when I collect his soul except I have already protected that soul and I will send him to heaven instead. He has been through enough and is a good man. Peter lived a moral and good life before all this happened and I did not have the heart to tell him that his family was infected by a man that his wife was sleeping with in secrete. Though I really think that he knows deep down inside…

Have a good life Peter. I will see you in 5 years…

Stryker…