The modified generator is holding up fine. Although it is slightly louder then the previous engine.
As I type this a "full-on" dead runner is raging around our street. It is not natural for any human to make a noise like that. I could hear it approach as I was reading through the last email.
They enter and exit the vacant open hopes around us as they please. The windows and doors have long since been beaten in or just simply left open. Who knows how many can be infested around us. I havent dared to go into them yet. Although it could come to that, our supplies are become "Danger Close" to being depleted.
I am overwhelmed from your responses. It is contact from the outside world, that keeps us sane and to feel human.
Thank you all. The Light within each of you cannot be measured.
It is finally time to power down for the night,
DrakinClaw out.
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Drak,
ReplyDeleteThank God you're still with us.
Things have gotten progressively worse here. The looters are pretty much a thing of the past, but that is only because they have all been infected. We've been under siege every night for the last week. I just broke open the last case of .223, so we're down to under 1000 rounds of that. We're down to about 250 buckshot shells, and maybe 100 rounds each of pistol ammo. I'm doing my best to scavange for ammo during the daylight hours (they only seem to come out at night for some reason), but few people around here ever owned guns, even after the outbreak. I'm going to try and make it to one of the "local" gun stores soon, though I suspect those have all been picked clean.
Food supplies are still holding out okay, though I'm just about willing to kill someone for a good cheesesteak right now.
Shit, I gotta go; my brother's just spotted another group heading this way.
Stay with us, Drak; you're the only hope some of us have.
-Raptor
Keep holding on Raptor, I know its hell outside but we shall overcome this. We are Americans, tough as nails.
ReplyDeleteThinking on it, our situation is very ironic to your own. We have plenty of ammo, however our food supplies are almost depleted.
I will need to go out soon like you, just for different supplies. Be cautious, the dead are serious in what the want and the bites are fatal. Do not underestimate them.
Good hunting,
Drakin
Date: Sept. 23, 2009
ReplyDeleteTime: 1030 hours
Grid: 59.247015,18.230093
Good to see that humanity is still alive and kicking, I was beginning to lose hope.
I have some news on the situation the US is not the only one that's been infected, I'm located in Sweden and from what I have read so far is worse here than in the US and in all likely hood it´s because of the lack of guns among civilians, I really wish I had some kind of rifle or something right now.
Anyway I should start at the beginning.
On the 20th of September I woke up like any other day, my mom had all ready gone to work and I was alone in the apartment. So I tried to turn on the TV, nothing happened, I tried with a lamp, no power, I thought to myself “That's strange?”.
That's when I looked outside and saw the smoke and the fires, so I tried the phone, dead. I then realized that this was more serious then I first thought.
I ran into my room and started gearing up, I´m glad that before all this I read a lot of survival books and prepper books. First my belt-line kit and then my AWOL bag then some real combat boots.
My place is a death trap to try to defend against anyone so I had to leave, I didn't know about the zombies at this time, just that the power was out and there where fires burning and I knew that there is a civilian emergency shelter not far from me and by the looks of things not a lot of people where out in the street.
So I went out, everything was so quiet.
I got about half the way when I saw a man standing in the road, correction he was wobbling more then standing. I cautiously tried to approach him but I didn't get very far before he started running and he was hauling ass, I have never seen a man run that fast it was inhuman. He flew on to me and we fell to the ground and then he tried to bite me. We rolled around a bit and after what felt like an eternity I got on top of him and started bashing his head against the asphalt, I didn't stop until he became still. By that time I had blood all over me and I knew that I had to get out of here, so I ran the rest of the way.
When I got to the shelter I was shaking from my encounter, I got in and closed the door. The inside was empty, no one was there.
I sat on the floor and cried, I´m not a soldier, I have never killed anyone before, I got some duds blood all over my hands and I´m all alone, I don´t know where my family is or if they even are alive.
That was three days ago I have been eating the MREs from my AWOL bag and drinking my bottled water but I'm running low, I need to find some more food and water.
I´ll try to fill you in.
Epex