Aug. 28, 2009 - 12:50pm

This is Drakin's Wife.

He left the house at a crack of dawn. The clock says its past noon...i am freaking out...where is he?


- Transmission from Dan P.

Finally! Some time to write....or relax. whatever. Well I have exhausted my supply of timber, fasteners and energy! Its been tense sneaking around and trying to fortify this hell hole. Upon my travels and observations these rotten "former" humans come in mass towards loud sound and assholes.....sorry, the guy WAS a dick! Well I mean the poor bastard in Bldg S with that annoying ass motorcycle. His own ignorance led to his own demise, although it helps me out a ton.
I snuck out my room to the vacated unit across the hall looking to scrounge up anything I could eat or drink or otherwise put to use. While scanning the room near the the kitchen window I hear ungodly yelling and banging from his balcony towards the end of the bldg. So this douchbag has his roommate in a dominating rear naked choke and is dragging him out the door to the balcony like a bouncer from a bar. The shambling corpses came in droves to the activity, moaning constantly and thrashing their hands or whatever appendages they had left at the commotion above. The asshole biker tries to launch his strangled friend over the railing so hard that he goes over too! The roommate is torn to shreds before he is even close to the ground! UGH what a nasty way to go, oh well..The prick somehow lunges himself away from the deceased mob below like a Heisman winning running back and unbelievably hits the ground on his feet and bolts to his bike across the parking lot. Some of the dead break free from their feast and lead chase, moaning loudly and flailing about. Suddenly the motorcycle came alive with a mechanical roar and instantly squealed across the lot towards the break in the buildings. He sped wildly around the curve with the ensuing mob behind him.....and AWAY FROM ME!!!! But, bad news! I now have noticed some of the undead must have been marathon runners because those son of a bitches sprinted after him VERY FAST. They looked the freshest killed of the bunch. I heard the sound of the bike open up on the main road..... the sound swirled quickly, then became a stationary idle. The screams in the distance pretty much explain themself. Bye Bye asshole! Sorry no remorse for the ignorant... anyway the bike was still idling and hopefully attracted the mobs.
That was my chance to quickly loot what I could from who I thought had anything of value....or nourishment. I left the unit across the hall and made a mad dash to the S blding entrance with Glock in hand. I slithered through the front door and tip toed up the steps..never know who or whats around every corner...I refuse to let my guard down. I grabbed the door knob of S-207. My lucky day! Unlocked! Noticing the renters truck with NRA stickers and a slew of hunting camo accents wasn't in the lot led me believe he was gone. Luckily no one or thing was in there with me! I went shopping! Still havent inventoried what I took.... after I snuck back here to my place.
Oh hell, enough of this. I'm supposed to be relaxing now and thats what I'm going to do!

- End of Trasmission