The Zombie Ship…

I was just starting to crawl over the guard rail around the bow of the ship, when a huge hand grabbed me and tossed me like a rag doll onto the deck of the bow. I lay there stunned and as I tried to look up all I saw was this huge hand grabbing me again and it held me at arms length like I was a toy…

Then the hand dropped me and someone said, “Hey you are not a Zombie?” Then he said, “Sorry!”

I sputtered and stammered and said, “Wh-wh-who are yo-yo-yo-you!” Partly because I was sacred to death and partly because I was freezing and my body just realized it! It was very cold and I was still soaked from the ocean…

Then this giant of a man! I mean he was huge and looked to be literally the size of three normal men. I would say he was almost 7 feet tall and weighed 400 pounds of solid muscle. Then he said get down and as I dropped to me knees again. His big hand grabbed a Zombie, that was trying to get to us, by the neck and popped his head off like a pimple. I mean he just squeezed and off came the Zombie head…

I just realized that it was a minor miracle that he had not become a Zombie. For he would be one tough ass Zombie…

Then he nonchalantly kicked the head that he just popped off, over the side of the ship, kinda like it was a normal thing to do…

He helped me up and handed me a steel bar about two foot long and said, “Hi! My name is Rodney and you can help me clean the ship up!” He added as a nicety, “Please and call me Rod!”

I looked at the steel bar and it had a nice handle on it to absorb shock as you hit things with it, like a head! Then I looked and saw he had another one just like it, except it was about twice as thick and twice as long. I felt how heavy my bar was and realized that I could not even lift the one he had and he swung it like a tiny stick. I thought to myself, “Keep on his good side!”

I said, “Sure after I catch my breath, because I just came from the sub that it seems this ship rammed and sunk…”

He looked over the side and said, “Oops our bad!”

Then after a few minutes of deep breathing, the Zombies decided that I had enough rest and started to fill the bow deck of the huge ship!

Rod said, “Watch my back and I will take the lead…”

So for a few hours we killed Zombies and killed Zombies and killed Zombies. We finally made it to the bridge and once we cleaned the bridge out, we shut the bulkheads and tried to figure out how to get this ship moving…

We could feel the engines still running and we had power. It was a fairly modern warship that had complete computer control almost. We finally after a few hours figured out how to get the ship moving and found that unless we could go to the engine room, that we would have to settle for 5 knots of sailing speed! We were not sure that trying to go to the depths of the ship and fighting a thousand men, would be worth it. We were moving and we could change direction if needed…

So as the ship went forward toward who knows where. We went and killed Zombies and seal all the Zombies below deck. We finally cleared the deck and all important rooms like the radio room and such. Though the radio room was worthless, because we found out that the whole world was nothing but Zombies…

After we had settled down into a routine and found food and such. We started to talk and tell each other stories. I realized that he had green eyes just like me and he backed up a theory that I had with a few friends that had green eyes and they were killed by Zombies, but did not become one at first outbreak…

Night was the worst time. We tried to sleep and you could hear the Zombies beating on the walls and the wails and moans of the living dead, just was enough to send you to an early grave. Then one night we heard what sound like Morse code tapping on a pipe. Finally after a few nights we realized that someone else was alive…

We started to tap back and finally made contact. It was hard, because the more you tapped the more the Zombies howled all over the ship, but finally we confirmed that 5 guys were held up in a lower kitchen. They had hundreds of Zombies crushed against the doors of the kitchen. They said that they would fight to get to us if we will fight to get to them…

The reason that they have not tried to fight so far was because three of them were injured with broken legs and arms, but that they are splinted now and can fight. After another day of communication by tapping code, we decided on a plan of attack and tomorrow morning after sleep and looking at ship blueprints. Rod and I was going to start down and get these guys…

That is enough today and so tomorrow is Paul’s Story (Part 3…)

Paul

After I had left Mike, I found another guy named Paul…

Paul was a member of a submarine that is now located on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, near the Puerto Rico trench (Over 8000 meters deep!). I am not sure how he made it out and he does not talk about that part. He just says torpedo tube and damn pure luck…

He does tell what happened that day as the Zombie Virus hit…

Paul’s story…

Hey! Hi I am Paul and you know life is good no matter what anyone thinks and that fact that I got off a submarine on its way down to the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean is enough reason for me to smile…

I awoke after spend 12 hours on sonar watch and I was really angry because I had only recovered a few hours sleep as I sat up and watched Frank  who was suppose to be sleeping also, beat his head on the hull of the sub and that is what woke me up. Then as I screamed at him to stop that silly stupid nonsense, he stopped and turned toward me and I stopped in mid sentence…

His face was split open and rank black blood was running down his face and dripping all over him and the floor. Then he moaned (You know one of those Zombie sick and distinguishing moans, that you hear on a movie.) and started to stumble toward me. He was gnashing his teeth and even shattered a few teeth as he stared at me with those lifeless eyes…

I embrace that fact that I am alive today, because I had a passion for Zombies and I knew down inside myself that one day we would have a Zombie Apocalypse and so I was not surprised in the least bit when I saw Frank was a Zombie…

I just allowed all my reading and movie watching to take over and I grabbed the nearest heavy object and smashed Franks skull in to pieces. The nearest thing was a large wrench that I had used to divert the water to a shower. We had to do that to get a hot shower or else it was cold water. It was a huge wrench and is rubber coated to make it quiet in case it was dropped, but it was heavy and did the job…

I stood there and listened, after killing Frank, because I knew that where there was one Zombie there would be many Zombies. What I did not realize was that I would end up the only one not a Zombie on board the sub…

I opened the door to the passage to go to the bridge and found that Zombies had become the flavor of the day. But in a sub there are several ways to get to different places and even if that meant crawling on my belly, I would do that to keep from being bit by a rampaging brain hungry Zombie…

As it was I spent hours trying to get to the nearest hatch and when I finally managed to get to the rear escape hatch, I found that we had started to submerge. Now I realized that we had been surfaced and now for some reason we were slowly submerging. I also realized that I had to get to the main bridge and close the hatch or get out if possible…

That thinking all fell apart, when I felt and heard a boom. I knew that the bridge just filled with water and that meant the middle of the sub was flooded. I could feel the sub sinking a little faster and I knew that we were going for the bottom and I also knew we were located over one of the deepest parts of the whole damn ocean…

If I did not get off I would definitely die when the sub imploded from the excessive haul pressure at excessive depth. I also knew that at a certain point even if I got out, the pressure would kill me and I would be to deep anyway to get to the surface…

I looked at the hatch and knew that once we had submerged that the hatch was sealed. Unless I could depressurize the other side (Outside) it was not going to open by normal means. This hatch was not an escape hatch and that was a issue…

Then I stopped my self and tried to calm down. I had to think and not panic, panic would not get me out. I was alone in this passage way and had killed all Zombies within the door area that I seal off. So I could think…

I thought! We are sinking! I am alone except for damn Zombies and the only way out is flooded. Then it hit me…

Rear torpedo tubes…

I had to get to the rear torpedo room and fast…

I killed two Zombies as I ran to the tube room and left many alive as I did not have time to kill them. Every second that I wasted was that much deeper. We went down slowly, but we were going down…

I came to the torpedo room and opened the door. I stepped in and slammed the door and cranked the handle as a dozen Zombies tried to get me in the passage way. I turned and found the room empty. That did not surprise me, because we never used this room. It was very small and hardly had enough room to hold 4 torpedoes. Two tubes were here and then I was trying to think how would I close the door after I got in the tube. I also wandered would I fit. I am not a big guy and right now I am glad that I am tiny…

Then it struck me, how I would do it…

I stripped naked and covered myself with grease that was in the room. I took a small emergency breather tank, it was the size of a little propane torch bottle and would last about two minutes to breath with. Emergency only and really just for extra oxygen when needed. I had decided to open the torpedo hatch and then open the outer door. I could override it and flood the room I was in…

I decided that if I did not fit in the tube, then I would fit due to I die or fit mode, we do interesting things when our life is in balance and I figured that I would get in that tube if it was possible and besides I was dead anyway, if I could not get out…

I stood aside from the open torpedo hatch and I tried to brace for the onrush of flooding water. I thought I was ready, but I never dreamed how terrible a room is when flooding like that. I kept myself together and when the room stopped flooding, I realized that half my air was already gone…

I forced my eyes open and felt my way around. The lights still worked and I could see some. Then I found the open tube door, Then I spent seconds trying to get in the tube. That is when good reached down and smacked me as I tried one more time. I was hit by something on the back and it wedged me into the tube opening. Then I was able to get my feet pushed against something and being greased up, I slid into the opening…

Oh I bet you are going to say, “You would be stuck in the tube now!”

Yes you are correct, but I did not tell you that I had a spear gun in my right hand and planned on shooting it out the end of the tube. It had a hook on the end and a rope attached…

I shot the spear and started to pull the rope back with both hands and the going was very slow. I knew my oxygen was about out and then as I thought this was not going to work. The rope tightened and I was able to pull myself an inch at a time, up the tube…

I ignored all else and even when I was sure I was going to die, I kept pulling on that rope…

Then my hands touched the edge of the tube and before I knew it I was out in open water. I took a last breath of the canister of oxygen and with spots before my eyes, I swam toward the surface and talked to god all the way…

Just when I figured that I had had it, I broke surface and gulped air like no tomorrow…

Then I realized it was daylight and that a huge surface ship was right in front of my face. It was stopped and floating dead in the water. I looked around after my vision had gotten better from lack of oxygen and saw the anchor was hanging just above the water. It was a strange thing to have the anchor that way, but I will not argue…

Needless to say! I made it to the bow of the ship by way of the anchor chain and what I found as I stepped on board is a whole other story and you will have to wait till tomorrow for that…

Paul’s Story (Part 2) Next…

Paul

I decided to tell this story that I got years ago! I decided to record it before I forget it. I found Mike hiding in a tree with a hundred Zombies trying to get him and make a lunch out of him…

I rescued him and then as we drank a cup of delicious coffee, (yes he had instant coffee and a little fire later and boiling water, we had a treat) he then told me his story…

Hi this is Mike and I am telling Stryker here my story of the beginning of the Zombie Virus attack…

I worked the coal mines in Virginia and I remember clearly the day that the Zombie Virus attacked and everyone in the coal mine with me became Zombies…

I always worked the graveyard shift and this day was no exception. The exception was that I was deep in the mine, as deep as you can get! I was at the end of the deepest tunnel that we had dug several months ago and I was checking it out for weakness. We had just had a cave in and now we had to check all tunnels…

I remember that I was at the farthest end of the tunnel and was checking out the ceiling structure and load bearing conditions, when the lights went out. Now in a mining tunnel or any deep cave for that matter, darkness is an understatement. It was so dark that you could cut it with a knife. I really hated when the power went out and it went out very rarely. They worked hard to make sure that lights never go off…

I turned the helmet light on and since that beam hardly touched the inky blackness. I pulled out my big flashlight and that made things better. I decided to finish my inspection, I had enough light and it felt as if the air flow was still working. That is more important than lights. Ventilation…

Now I spent about an hour and finished my work. I then started to worry, the power was still out! That was unusual and so I tried to call at the nearest emergency box, a hard wired phone system. No one answered and that was just plain wrong. Now I worried and started to hurry back to the main tunnel, where I left 30 men working on a new shaft…

I picked my way slowly through the new rubble from the tunneling a few months ago and as I neared what was the main tunnel entrance, I heard something strange. It was strange because I heard nothing! That is right no noise at all…

I stepped into the main tunnel and found silence and 30 dead men. Not just dead, but decapitated and chewed into pieces. It looked like a wold animal had eaten the dead men after they had been decapitated. Some had even been chopped into 20 or 30 pieces…

At that point I had thought that something ate them after they died. Later I realized that they hate been eaten first and then became Zombies and then had their heads cut off…

So I was looking for a wild animal or something, not a Zombie! Actually I was correct, because in an hour of wandering the tunnels, I found a crazy wild man by the name of Matt Burris and he was babbling something about Zombies and then killed himself as he pointed to a bite on his arm…

I thought, did this man kill all these people? Then I heard a noise down a side tunnel and it sound like the moan made by a drilling machine that is shutting down. It is a lonesome moaning wail that can really cause the hairs to stand up on your skin as you hear it…

I heard it again and thought to myself that someone is still working and has no idea that so many are dead. I ran as fast as I could down the side tunnel…

I found the emergency power switch and pulled the lever. I knew that would light up the tunnel for a short while and allow me to see what is going on in here. As I stepped back from the switch and the power sputtered and took hold on the lights in the tunnel ceiling. Someone grabbed me from behind…

I turned and this is when lady luck was with me. I came face to face with a Zombie and he tried to bite me. All he bit was the collar of my coat I had on and as he ripped away the collar, that was all I needed to get my brain in gear and everything that I have seen and done in the last few hours, jelled together and screamed Zombies at me…

Time to be rational was over and as I realized 10 to 12 Zombies were shuffling toward me, in the new found light. I picked up a rock boring tool as I call it! It is a long drill bit rod for rock drills and is long and heavy. I used it as a bludgeon and smashed every head in the tunnel that tried to eat me…

As I panted with the exertion and could feel my heart ready to explode out from my chest. I finally said out loud, “What the Hell was that?” As the words echoed in the tunnel, I heard another moan and realized that all 500 men in the tunnels must be Zombies or dead…

I grabbed a drill for each hand and after gathering all the helmet light batteries that I could carry, I went to try to make it to the exit and then the surface…

To make a long story short! You see that I am still alive and that I must have made it out of the mine. I went tunnel to tunnel and switched on the emergency power to each one. Each tunnel that I had to transverse was a battle zone and I am so thankful that Zombies are just like they are in a movie. I beat Zombie brains until I was covered in their blood…

I finally remember seeing the huge elevator to the surface. I was about 3000 feet below the surface and this was the only way to the top and fresh air. I had no idea that the whole world was infected and could have careless at that point. I just wanted to get out of this Zombie tomb…

As the emergency power was fading in the main tunnel, I ran and jumped upon the elevator platform. The elevator would not move, but I knew how to redirect the emergency power to the elevator. After 3 more dead Zombies trying to get me! I finally got the elevator to start slowly inching itself upwards. I just hoped that there was enough juice left to get to the surface. I kicked myself for tuning on all the lights in the tunnels…

I got to about five feet from the top and the elevator stopped. All I could hear was a moan from the motor and I knew that the power was gone. I climbed up the side bars and got out of the shaft. The sun was shining and that first breath of fresh air was wonderful, well at least until I looked around. Death was everywhere…

I made it too my home and found Zombies for a family and friends. You see I have always been considered a freak in these parts, I have bright green eyes and everyone else around has bronze and brown eyes. My two kids and wife were brown eyed and my eyes are so green that people say they can see me from a mile away…

I guess they would wish to have these green eyes now…

Mike

I felt the first rays of sun strike my face early in the morning. I also felt for the last few minutes that someone or someone’s were standing right in front of me. I acted like I was asleep and hoped that I would hear something important…

Alas! They knew I was awake and prodded me with a stick and one of them said, “Hey what are you doing sitting here all night?”

I opened one eye and looked at four boys, they were all carrying hockey sticks and one had a regular tree limb and was poking me with it. I smiled at them and said, “I am just curious and wanted to know what you are up to? I also did n0t want to bring all those others you see behind me and cause issues!” Then I said, “Where did you came from?”

The boys all looked at me and then the one who poked me with a stick said, “Over the hill that way (As he pointed!) is our old orphanage! ” Then in response to a unasked question he said, “There were 507 or us originally, now 312 of us are left! But our numbers are stable now, as we have learned to survive!”

I looked around and realized it was a beautiful day. I looked back at the group still sleeping in the distance and then looked at the little hive of kids bustling around like bees, behind the four boys who were checking me out. I knew right then that these boys did not need to be mingled with the group behind me. The group behind me was the old and the group in front of me was the new…

I also thought about the boy that said, “Are You God?” I knew he needed to be here with this group and so did about forty or so more needed to be here with them also…

I knew that I would be bringing hundreds over the next few months to this place to build the population and give mankind a good start again. I found what I was looking for. I found that spark, that hope, that newest development and I found real future possibility for mankind. I found children that survived and learned from that survival…

As the sun came up and the day became bright and clear! I saw now what I waited to see…

These boys in front of me, they stood there not scared and not worried. They had weapons and they had confidence. I knew what then had to be done…

I stood up and looked at the boys. I then told them that they need to go back to there home. I would be back later and with me will be 40 to 50 more kids. I would also bring other things to help them and that I would be coming back as the months went by. I would be bringing more and more kids to help grow this place…

The boys for some reason did not question me and they talked to themselves for just a minute and then said, “Yes Sir! We are going to trust you! Do not let us down, as many adults have in the past!”

I looked at them and said, “I am not just any adult!”

Then as the boy who poked me with a stick turned and took off for the hive as I now call it!

He yelled back at me, “I know who you are!”

Then he ran like the wind, with the other three following him, as they disappeared into a pipe that was sticking out of the ground nearby…

I turned and looked at the valley behind me and started to walk toward the followers of lost sheep that I had to deal with now. I had to separate the kids from the sheep and allow the kids to have a life again…

Stryker…

I topped a hill one day and found before me a huge field of drain pipes of all sizes. I mean concrete drain pipes, metal drain pipes and plastic drain pipes. Some as big around as your arm and they went all the way to pipes big enough to stand upright in. They were from short in length to hundreds of meters in length. They were unattached and some were attached. To the first glance it looked as if it was a huge pipework network…

As far as I could see it was a graveyard for pipes of all sizes…

Then I spotted a little child and he had ducked down inside on of the pipes. I stood perfectly still and did not try to look directly at anything in particular. I used my peripheral vision and then I saw hundreds of little kids all over the place amongst the drain pipes…

They looked like rats staying out of sight and only show long enough to get to the next pipe…

I sat on the hill and watched! I saw that there was a method to the madness and I saw that these kids were storing food in certain pipes and other types of supplies in other pipes. I saw pipes being blocked at certain places and I saw pipes being actually moved to create homes for the kids. It was a long and arduous work and they seemed to be very organized. I could tell that they were building a nest and or fortress. They were making a home to protect from the world outside…

I was amazed that children could do this and then I thought about all that I could do as a child and adults never cared of thought it mattered. We adults do not give kids credit where credit is due…

Then I saw the pile of bodies…

Actually two piles of bodies. One was a pile of dead Zombies and the other was a pile of dead children. It was the waste area and you could tell as the battles were fought and the dead mounted up. They had a system down to get the bodies away from the living area…

I was glad to see that the Zombie pile was three times bigger than the kid pile, but the numbers was depressing and at that I wandered just how many kids really were in this field of drain pipes?

I watched the little kids scurrying around and as the sun set, I decided to stay right were I was at and watch as the field woke in the morning. I was in no hurry and this interested me. Besides I had a huge entourage behind me a mile or so back and I was not sure I wanted the two groups to even meet. Maybe these kids are better off and will survive to repopulate the earth. They definitely seem more industrious than the ones following me like lost sheep. They were more like ants than sheep…

As it got dark, I looked behind me and saw campfires dotting the valley and as I looked to the field in front of me. I saw smoke, but no visible flame. They were heating and cooking just like the ones behind me, but they have learned how to keep it under cover so to say…

I fell asleep as I was thinking about the difference between the two groups…

Stryker

I was not nice as I removed the Boogeyman’s soul, but I keep my word and if he would have lied about what souls he had. I knew where to find him. I left a smidgeon of his soul on purpose though. I felt he needed a touch of Zombie eternity to deal with once in awhile. I tossed his body to the remaining Zombies and told them to eat…

I found the box and when I opened it, true to his word, it had a hundred innocent souls in it! In reality these were some of the lucky ones. They were untouched by a world gone crazy…

I closed the box and delivered it too heaven and released them in the care of the others I have installed there…

Then I thought about what the little boy said earlier in time, “Are you God?”

Then I yelled out loud as I left the gates of Heaven, with billions of souls watching me, “Does God exists in a world such as this?”

“Maybe!” I said to no one in particular and I went back to earth…

Stryker…

Not all bad in life is Zombies, but bad is not equate to Zombies. For a Zombie makes bad sometimes look good…

Here is a story from a demon. A demon that begged for me to end his existence after a Zombie bit him. Now you would think that being a demon or the devil himself would exclude you from turning into a Zombie…

Not so! It just makes you a stronger Zombie, but still a Zombie all the same and being a Zombie is not on any sane entities mind and they all prefer to die before the Zombie Virus takes your soul to Zombie Hell…

Here is who I call, “Zombified Demon!”

Hey,

My real name does not matter, what matters is that Stryker has promised to take me to the side of lightness, if I tell my story! Since I will take any chance that I can to better my predicament in life or death as in this case. I will take it…

Lets just say, “I am the demon that lurked under your bed at night and hid in your closet during the day! I would take you away when you least suspected it. I am the – Boogeyman!”

When the virus first hit, I was ripping the soul out of a little boy, who dared to look under his bed, instead of hiding in the blankets. I had him by the throat and was slowly pulling his soul away from him, one piece at a time. It is more fun that way and I love the expressions on their face as their soul is removed…

Then something happened to him and the next thing I knew…

I had a squirming and hungry Zombie Boy in my hands. I no longer had a soul to take, but I had to run to keep my soul intact. The little boy started to feed on my soul and brains was his next thing to eat…

I slid out from under the bed and as I stood up, I had a little sister of the boy trying to bite me and then mom and dad were next in line to feast on me…

I got the hell out of there and as I ran into the streets, I realized that something had happened to the world that I demonized. I mean my world was really a good place for me!

You see non believers always were just enough to keep me in business. For just like the little boy, who was not scared enough to stay under his covers, there are plenty of others the same. Yes those blankets really do have protection powers…

Well all of a sudden, I became the hunted. For you see a Zombie Soul is not the soul I collect and if I even could collect it, the Devil would not pay for it anyway. In fact he would burn me and the Zombie soul in an eternal fire. So now Zombies wanted to munch me just like anyone else. For once I felt what it was like to be the victim…

Now I am powerful and strong! I survived months now as I watched humans all around me die torn limb from limb by Zombies. I watched Zombies eat them and suck the blood and brains right out of their bodies as they screamed and yelled with the passion only a mutilated dead person, soon to die could do…

But alas I could never get this being hunted thing down. I could never get this fact down that I was not the head dog anymore. I was just a victim of circumstances and running was never my strong point…

So in the end I tried to reassert myself as head dog, you know Alpha Dog in this world gone crazy by Zombies…

That went over like a lead balloon and then I ran smack into the Alpha Zombie…

Now I was too stupid to understand the fact to run. I had made up my mind that the Boogeyman was rising back to power and Zombies be damned…

Hell I realized now how stupid that was! Hell Zombies even sleep under beds and I was trying to take back my world from creatures that make me look like the good-guy…

Well this Alpha Zombie took to beating me senseless and the more he beat me and pounded me, the more stupid I became. Finally I lost all brains and attacked him like there was no tomorrow. I got two good punches in his face and he moaned at me and before I knew it he bit me on the neck…

Oh, I guess I should explain! In the regular world, humans allow me to have powers that come from the fear that they exude as they go through life. These powers allow me to disappear and to hide unseen. So with a world of mainly Zombies, I have lost my powers and was really not much more than a human, except much stronger. But a Alpha Zombie was way too much for me…

Then as this Zombie was getting ready to consume me as an entree, Stryker came along and sliced that Zombie in half. Just like it was chunk of cheese on a cheese slice board. I watched a thousand other Zombies who were standing quietly watching the battle between Alpha Zombie and me, all stumble away as if they just saw a ghost or something…

Then I watched him twirl his sword and release it in a mighty swing. That sword went and sliced the heads off of hundreds of Zombies in a single arc! No wonder they tried to run…

In a few minutes Stryker had cleared the area for as far as you could see and dead Zombies lay all over the place. Then he put his hand on my head and told me, “You are infected and will turn soon! Are you worth saving your soul from Zombie Hell?”

So I struck a deal with Stryker…

I had a hundred souls of scared people hidden in my lock box place. I told him that if he sent my soul to hell and not Zombie Hell! I would give the location and combination to the box. He can then do what he wants with those souls…

The Boogeyman…

Once I wandered around Montana, USA and Montana is a pretty big state, but not a lot of people. Callie was an insurance sales person and went door to door in Montana. Not a fun job and involved very early hours as she had to travel long ways to get to the next town to sell insurance…

I will let her tell you how it all started for her…

Hey Callie here,

I was up early that day! Like it was about 4am and I was glad to get out of that seedy old motel that I slept in that night…

The morning just felt wrong and I was tooling down the road minding my own business and thinking about how the morning just felt wrong and I decided I needed a cup of coffee. So I was looking at signs to see if a all night cafe or quick stop was around. Montana is an empty state and so 50 miles is a short distance to a cafe…

I was paying too much attention to signs on the roadside and failed to see this man standing in the road. At 4:30 in the morning in Montana, that just does not happen…

I hit this guy at about 90 miles an hour and it was just like hitting a deer in the road. I have hit a deer before and it is not a nice thing to do. The car I had exploded as if it had hit a wall and the hood was bent back covering my windshield, I finally got the car stopped and only ran off the road a few hundred yards. It is a good thing that the road was barren and empty on each side…

The damn airbag did not deflate and I had to pull my knife out of my purse and pop the bag. Once free I was able to get out and I looked back to the road. To my horror I actually did not kill the guy. He was flopping around and trying to get up…

I was thinking about how I should be happy he is not dead, but then I was thinking that he had to be in a lot of pain and crazy out of his mind after having most of his bones broken…

In fact at the speed I was going, I could not even understand how he lived. I looked at my car and really wondered how he lived. Then I thought about the Scarface movie and he was so high on cocaine that he would not die. That would explain how he was wandering the highway at this time of the morning….

I heard him moan and I started to run then to see if I could help him…

As I neared him, I saw him look at me and he started to crawl/drag toward me and gnash his teeth and moan at me. He reminded me of an octopus out of water and trying to move on the ground. He did not seem in pain and he did not seem happy and he did not even seem to be intelligent. He just seemed intent on getting to me…

Then behind me I heard another moan. I turned and saw a woman stumbling toward me. She looked like the man on the ground except she was in one piece. Then I had this flash in my brain. You know when a light bulb goes off and you realize something…

Something screamed Zombie at me…

I stepped aside and the woman stumbled past me and fell on top of the guy. I backed up and then I had to run like hell, for a huge truck just came from nowhere and it ran over the two on the road. Then it backed up and ran over them again and again and again…

The door on the truck opened and a guy looked down under his tires and seemed satisfied. He looked at me and then slammed the door and took off…

I was left standing on the side of the road and 20 feet away was a pile of two humans and it still moved. They were still alive, but just maimed to the point of not able to function at all…

I walked over to the two mangled Zombies and they tried to still get me. All they could do was to try to attack me and they could not even move hardly. Their heads still were whole and their eyes functioned. But unless I stuck my finger in their mouth, they were not gonna get me…

I walked back to my car and I gathered a few things up that I would need and opened my trunk. My dad, bless his heart, gave me a special weapon called a tire thumper. It was a tool that was used by truckers to thump their tires to see if they are okay. It would kill a human in a heart beat, if you hit them on the head and since it was legal to carry as a tool, the cops would say nothing. I kept it in the trunk as I was not comfortable carrying such a thing. I smiled as I thought about what my dad would say, “Hit those damn idiots on the head and live to see another day!”

I walked back to the pile of Zombies and I did just that!

5 miles later I came upon a cafe and gas station. This was where I was going to get some coffee, but as I came upon the station, I realized that the world had gone crazy. It was not just my little mishap this morning…

I realized that maybe selling insurance was going to take a back seat for awhile…

Dead everywhere and it looked like the truck driver guy that left me on the road, was the last to die. Dead Zombies everywhere and in the middle of it all a dead trucker. I approached him and saw he had a dozen bite marks on him and they all came from a Zombie…

I was getting ready to walk away and thought about what my dad said, “Hit those damn idiots on the head and live to see another day!”

I just knew that he would come back a Zombie and damn if just as I was swinging that tire thumper, didn’t he open his eyes and hiss and moan at me. I kept my cool and smacked him between the eyes and then a dozen more times to make sure…

I also thought about something else my dad would have said when watching a movies from Hollywood, “What the hell is wrong with that girl! She hit him once and dropped the weapon! Hit the bastard twenty times! Make sure he is dead!”

So I hit the trucker 10 more times on top of the dozen times, just to make sure my dad would be happy. My dad has been in heaven for awhile and I just could feel him smiling as I did what he would want me to do…

I then walked into the store/cafe and found it empty and like nothing happened. I checked the back rooms and no one was there. It looked like all Zombies went outside and died in the ensuing fight…

I locked the back door and locked all the other doors and locked the front door. I pulled the gates down and found a fresh brewed pot of coffee. I poured a big cup and put some real cream in it. I bet that is the last real cream I ever get, I said to myself…

I sat at the stool looking out the front window and watched the sun break through the clouds. It was going to be a beautiful day, weather wise…

I grabbed a sweet roll and enjoyed life for a few minutes, then I decided that life was not going to get any better than this and if I was going to survive, I better get weapons and get my head on straight…

Bless Montana, weapons under every counter and enough shells to hold off an army. When I walked out of that cafe, I looked like Laura Croft and I was ready to take on Zombies no matter how tough they were…

In fact no matter what anyone thinks, I could teach Laura Croft some lessons in being tough now after killing a few thousand Zombies…

I guess I am done and you all have a nice day…

Callie…

I once said that I was wandering America and then I expanded my wanderings…

So as you have noticed that I have wandered all over the world in some of the past stories…

Here is Trinity from Afghanistan…

Hi,

Stryker has asked me to tell you what I was doing as the Zombie Virus hit the earth…

Okay well here is what I was doing…

I always got up very early and went and gathered food/water for the day. Two children relied upon me and my husband always worked most of the time in a big city. We saw him maybe twice a month, but he made money and we survived…

I was carrying the water and had a bag of food over my shoulder, when it started to rain. Now rain was not very common and rain at this time of the year was very very uncommon…

I watched people run outside and start to gather the rain as it fell. This was free water and took little effort to gather. What a blessing from god, or was it…

The next thing that I knew people everywhere were just staring at the sky! They all were acting strange and I felt uncomfortable with what I was seeing…

I reached our home and found my two kids in the little yard we have and they were acting like everyone else I saw. Just standing there and staring at the sky…

I dropped the food and water inside the house and continued to try to get my kids to wake up! They just stared at the sky, with mouths open and water was running at of there mouths as they breathed. That is when I realized that their lungs were full of water…

I started to scream and shake my kids, but nothing I would do would change what they were doing…

I then saw my neighbors and they were all doing the same…

Then a friend came running into my yard and she was screaming something like, “My kids are dead, my kids are dead!” Then she stopped and saw my kids and she fainted on the spot…

I drug her into my home and tried to wake her. I have green eyes and so does my friend, by the way…

Then as quick as it started the rain stopped. That is when all hell broke loose and the next thing I realized, my kids were coming into the house. They were shuffling and stumbling and water was gushing out of their mouths as their lungs emptied. Then they started to moan and the moan was one of the devil…

My neighbor woke up at that moment and she started to scream again…

That saved me as my two kids started to much on the woman and I backed up against the rear wall of the house, as I was in a panic and did not know what to do…

My kids did and they ate a screaming woman and did not stop until she was gone, except for the bones and some of them where chewed up also. I remember that she screamed for the longest time and all I could do was stand there and stare…

Then I noticed others like my children stumbling around all over the place…

My husband kept an old sword and it was in our bedroom. I crept into the bedroom and realized that my kids were coming after me, NOW! I finally found the sword and as I turned with it raised. My kids were stumbling/shuffling toward me and moaning like a Zombie…

That is when it hit me. They were Zombies, just like the books that I had read! I had books that were not really legal for me to have, but I have them anyway and some are about Zombies…

Zombies scare me so much that I just had to study them…

Cut their heads off, cut their heads off, I kept thinking to myself. I waited until they where very close and as I looked into their dead dull grey eyes. I cut their heads off and then I passed out…

I woke hours later and realized it was dark. I stayed very quiet until day break and then went outside and looked around…

Everywhere I looked was remains of a eaten corpse. Then I saw them…

Zombies wandering aimlessly! They all were munching on something. Dog, cat, human, birds and whatever. Then as I stood near the fence of my home. I saw a Zombie sniff the air. Then another Zombie sniffed the air and then another. I realized that they smelled me…

They started to come my way and even if they could not see me well, they sure could smell me…

I ran back into the house and looked around for an escape way! Then I realized I was trapped. Then it came to me…

Smell…

I ran into the bed room and looked at my dead kids. I took the sword and cut the bodies deep. I then smeared blood from inside them all over my body. I peeled the skin off the face of my boy and cut out the eye sockets and a place to breath better. I laid it on my face as a second skin. I kept smearing blood on me and I was drenched in blood. I soaked my cloths and then stood to face the dozen or so Zombies stumbling my way…

I stood perfectly still and hardly dared to inhale and exhale…

This huge Zombie was first to come near me and he was sniffing the air. I have seen dogs do this as they are trying to catch the scent again. He stumbled up to me and kept sniffing. The next thing I know, he was just a few centimeters from me and trying to look at me through those grey fogged eyes…

I held my breath as long as I could and just when I thought he would not go away. Another Zombie stumbled and fell over a chair in my room. That diverted attention and the next thing that I knew! They all shuffled out and away. They were looking for food and the food they thought that they found had gotten away…

I stood for what seemed like an hour and after all the Zombies had left, I looked around and the realization of what I just did came to me and I broke down…

I had a dream while in my hysteria and I saw Allah came to me! He touched me and told me to be strong. I must live to preserve Islam and our people. Go South and gather with the others. Look for green eyes and go. He said that he would make it rain for 3 days and that I must make use of those three days…

Then I woke and it was raining! I jumped up and took the sword and ran. I have run ever since and have learned the hard way to survive…

That is how it all started for me…

Trinity

When dawn came I finally got up and wandered on my way! I have a bunch of stories to tell you, but right now I have other issues…

So as I walk and wander the earth! I find that I now have a band of desperate people and that band is growing. Now, I would say that there is 200 plus people following me…

They stay very far back and do not bother me, but in a way it does bother me. They are there and they are following me…

When I stop they stop, when I move on, they move on with me…

The farther I walk the more that come out of the wood work and join the group!

I am going to tell another story and that will keep you all busy, while I figure out what I am going to do with all these people…

Stryker…