Aug. 29, 2009 - 9:28pm

Battery is critical. Last post before I sign off for the night.

- Transmission from Lblair57

Oh god.

Some of the refugees are saying that NYC was bleached to try and stop the spread of the virus. They’re relaying reports that all of the major cities are infected. I wonder if Trenton or Philly will be next…….

Things continue to get worse and chaos is the only constant. My band of people are freaking out! It’s been days with no power and very little news. Food and tempers are running short. Most of us are suburban marshmallows who never thought our world would change….. Fortunately, we’ve got a couple of people with tough balls and some experience. They’ve reconned a stone house a few miles away. Good fields of fire but no escape route. Have not seen any of the living dead yet but the smoke and red glow is getting closer. Some of the parasitic looters have been thinned out with FMJ lead poisoning and only the liberals have any remorse. Eight of these animals arrived in a pick-up and kicked in the door of the neighbors house. It was just getting dark and the neighbors had their generator running. We were laying low in the dark watching it unfold. We’d already picked our targets. The parasites weren’t looking for food or water, that we could have understood. No, these low lifes went straight for the booze and started busting stuff up. These animals were looking to inflict pain and suffering for fun. We watched as they started kicking the living shit out of the husband. The first blivits* head disappeared into a red mist before his next kick landed and he dropped like a sack of fecal matter. At a little over a 100 yards, on a calm evening, it wasn’t a real impressive shot but the ballistics of a 168gr soft point were devastating. The others stopped in mid step and looked around. We dropped two more before they realized what was going on. The survivors grabbed the screaming wife and daughter and tried to escape. They came tumbling out of the front door running for their pathetic lives, dropping their loot and tripping over themselves. If they been organized or trained they might have broken left and right out of the door and maybe had a better chance of survival. Instead they all headed for the truck. We dropped four more of the sick bastards with four well placed shots. The wife and daughter ran over to our house. The lone surviving parasite made it to the pick-up before we all opened up and vented our anger on the sorry piece of crap. We left them there. In this heat they’ve already started to bloat with maggots…….

We’re moving out tonight. Heading west-north-west in a couple of RV’s looking for a safe and defendable place. Anyone of a like mind can join us.

- End of Transmission

(* A bivit is a 5 pound sack stuffed with 10 pounds of shit.)

Aug. 29, 2009 - 9:26pm

- Transmission from mjporreca

I meant to write in the morning, but things haven’t slowed down until now. It’s funny, before this happened I would have thought that people would be busier at night. But, there is more to in the daylight. Gather, build, recon, plan. And the dead don’t care if its night or day, they come when they come.

That first night we had our tripwire alarms set and the cars pointed in every direction. Six of us stayed out on guard. Most of the wives and all kids were in the one house we could board up the best. We expected a hoard. The plan was simple, if we stay alive out here, they stay alive inside. I wouldn’t be able to live if the people in that house didn’t survive the night. So for me, there really was no choice, and I know I wasn’t alone in that. At around 10 pm the first trip wires went off. As soon as the rattle of the pebbled filled tin cans started, Janet ran to the Honda minivan that was pointed down the street and flipped on the lights. The creature just kept trying to walk forward. Not realizing it had heavy twine wrapped around both ankles. We all watched him…it. I almost felt like it would be rude to shoot before it figured out what happened and as able to come towards us. Everyone else must have felt the same, or were too terrified to shoot. That’s when Buster came out. Janet and Tom’s Lab something mix. He bolted out from their backyard. Buster was all snarls and teeth. I’d never seen him like that. He charged straight at the corpse, sinking his teeth deep into the neck. Janet screamed, “No!” and tried to call him back. That’s when we all learned what these zombies could do. Instead of flailing in pain or collapsing like a normal person; it darted both hands back in an unnatural way. Then it stood. It raised straight up with a 50 pound dog hanging on its neck like Buster wasn’t even there. Then in a way that looked like it should have dislocated its shoulders it lifted Buster over its head, breaking the dogs grip and taking out a hunk of neck and shoulder. The zombie, quicker than I thought it could move, bit right into Buster’s side. Ribs, fur, and muscle didn’t slow it down. It ripped Buster open then with tore him in half. Blood dropped out of the torn body as thing began to feast with both hands full. Taking gulping bites like a great white shark. I only heard Janet’s scream for an instant. I filled the night with shot from my PTR-91. The .308 round left only a sliver of shoulder holding up the zombie’s right arm. The second shot missed completely. The third, took off the right side of its head from the ear up. I’m starting think my 3rd shots really are the charm. While the creature fell everyone else opened up. We must have wasted 50 rounds between on that first one. Looking back, we need to learn some discipline, or we won’t last long.

Janet was done for the night after that. Tom took her inside and their 17 year old son took over the headlight job. He said to some degree he felt like it was payback. We didn’t mind, as long as it helped him. Five more came that night. We didn’t hesitate on one of them.

The sun came up. I thought I’d be tired, but it energized me. We felt safer, less alone with the sun up. On some level I know we aren’t, but I’ll take it. We restrung the alarms and strengthened some of the barricades. We have plenty of food, water, and supplies to last a little while. We are all grateful for that.
The sun is down again. We hear firing in the distance and see flashes of light out near the elementary school. There is not enough light to know what’s going on. I’ll cling to the hope that we will know more tomorrow.

- End of Transmission

Aug. 29, 2009 - 9:21pm

- Transmission from Dan. P.

Damn! I feel like I slept for days....even though its been a couple of hours. I dont hear the motorcycle idling anymore probably ran out of gas. It was only a matter of time. Oh Well I aquired a few useful items from my shopping endeavor.

• 2 collapsible potable water containers
• 1 case of surplus MRE's
• 8 3-volt lithium batteries
• high powered range finding binoculars
• 2 motion activated wildlife camera units
• ATN 1st generation nightvision monocular
• Lansky multi-stone knife sharpening kit

Too bad I never met my neighbor, by the looks of his apartment and the supplies I took we probably would have got along well. The big score was the NV (night Vision) monocular, although rudimentary by today's standards it is perfect for what I need. I did spot what appears to be a Stack-On gun locker in a closet, but didnt want to make any unnecessary noise jimmying it open. I'm definitely going back there with proper tools to quietly breech the safe. Its time for a nice U.S Military ham slice MRE.

- End of Transmission

Aug. 29, 2009 - 9:14pm

- Transmission from OutOfNamez

Hi world or what's left of it.

I sit here in front of some girl who I dont knows kitchen table with my best friend looking at
what "I" no what "WE" have left to keep "US" alive.

And the list reads as followed:

• MY 1954 TULU Russian SKS with 10 rounds of wolf FMJs,
• MY SIG P6 9mm pistol with 4 8 round mags of HP ammo,
• MY PA 63 9x18 mak Back Up Gun with just 1 mag of HPs
• And last but not least a 2liter of Coke

But to be fair "I" got my self into this. "I" should have known better then to listen to him and "MY" second brain and go halfway across town for some easy tail. Now look at me stuck in the middle of the hood with barely enough firepower to get out on a normal day and I should know
I grew up here.

Well no use crying over spilled milk or since I don't drink either. Man it has been one hell of a week and Ive learned alot about myself, people, this city,this world even and most importantly this outbreak.

Yes I know something and its not rumor or something a friends babymamas brother told me it came from a member of the US national guard doing house to house searches who I know is "in the know". But Ill save that for later, I have to go, the battery on this is about to die
and I just wanted to vent, and before you say it, I know I am an asshole.

If I dont get home alive, I sent my brother a copy of the last 7 days of my life and he should already be posting it up for you to read.

"Alright man Im done grab your shit"

(you mean the Coke)?

"Yea and the SKS Ill drive so I got the pistols"

(what about the computer?)

"Fuck it I got one at the house"

(can I drive?)

"You drive the RT? I told you when HELL froze over not when the world ends"

So till next time,
Namez

- End of Transmission

Aug. 29, 2009 - 9:08pm

- Transmission from Ren

Drak… As far as your gas situation goes, we have already caught more than one person trying to steal gas out of my truck. I have it parked in my back yard along with my wife’s SUV. We have them blocking in the back deck so it will be harder to enter the house. Plus we can keep and eye on the vehicles easier. I’ve also put up my Hurricane shutters to better secure us as im not sure whats going on with all of this rain and deteriorating environment. Im wondering if a Hurricane is coming or if a severe low pressure system has parked on top of us. As far as the people trying to steal fuel, Im assuming its for their generator as well. After brief negotiations with myself and a 12 gauge (Don’t worry no shots were fired) and they clearly didn’t feel like fighting in the middle of a monsoon. I gave them a few gallons to try and keep my community together. I don’t mind because my boat holds 42 gallons and it safely locked away in the garage….and siphoning some out is not a problem. Out of sight… out of mind. Luckily though the electric has been ON about fifty percent of the time, so when its on everything is pretty much operations normal, everybody hurries and takes a hot shower and we even try and get a load of laundry done! Kinda funny… it seems like the end of the world and were doing a load of laundry, gotta stay clean I guess! We could go outside and wash ... umm...screw that!.... and again…. We would like to maintain a low profile.

When the electricity is off im surprised on how long my battery backup keeps my router and switch up for my internet access. I have timed my laptop battery to three and a half hours so I know about how much I can use before needing a charge. Now I wish I would have gotten the bigger battery option when I was ordering it. Once again, hindsight is 20/20.

I am starting to get concerned. It hasn’t stopped raining since I got home on the 20th. Im beginning to wonder if I should stop taking gas out of my boat? My house is up kinda on a little hill… probably a whopping 17 feet above sea level. I am starting to get a little worried as the ditches and roads are awash with water… maybe two to six inches deep in some areas.

So here I sit, wasting time and hiding out, not only because its raining down pours outside, but we all have agreed that we should try and keep as low of a profile as possible. So far I have accumulated a few survivors. A few from church, a few family members and a marine corps buddy of mine thats out now. As soon as the rain slows, hopefully we will be able to scavenge for some food and some 12 volt batteries that I spoke about earlier. People have been trickling out of here a few families at a time, but to what avail? Where are they going, what will they find when they get there… and who are they in touch with and how? The only means of communication so far and any news has been this blog. So I guess this advice goes out to you MIKEN40. Stay put and stay out of sight. If your running into the infected… they will be half your trouble ( I have had only two encounters with them thus far). The other half are the ones still alive, that think they own everything that passes in front of them. Hence my new self taught lesson… there is nothing worse than trying to fight your way home. Only do it if you have too. I had too, I had my wife waiting for me. That’s how I got all banged up…… Good luck all, and keep your powder dry.

-End of transmission

Aug. 29, 2009 - 8:52pm

I was outside for 9 hours.

The objective I set for myself in finding fuel for the generator was a success. However the situation outside has changed.

In the morning twilight, thinking hard on my options as I opened my 36 gun safe, I chose my STAG AR because of the illuminated reticule of which the Eotech 512 offeres in low light conditions. The rifle is solid and has proven to be a very reliable AR. I should get around to posting a picture of this stick. God bless this Country and the right to bear arms, for without which my family would be absolutely defenseless right now.

I left my home the same way as before, with the same ritual. call me superstitious. My wife shouldering the full stacked AK-107 over her back like she would with one of her Prada purses, as she sealed the window. Instantly I was under open sky, my senses went into overdrive with the influx of adernaline. Kneeling next to the window I looked up through the crack, wispering one last time to my wife.

"I love you Baby. I will be back as soon as I can."

Then I took off jogging lowto the ground into to the small township fields behind my house, then across in the neighboring street back yard of row homes. Hugging the treeline and homes to hide my movement as much as possible, heading towards my first objective. Fuel. Since the begining off all this my gut senses have told me be as silent as a shadow, and to not attract attention. I was right. This was my first lesson, and the first mistake I made.

There are bodies EVERYWHERE. I did not notice them at first, as I headed on my course. I did not notice them untill I made my first auidible sound.

My first objective, was to find Gasoline. I found this at the traffic light intersection at my house.

All the cars within my neighborhood are either torched or have driven away. Probably chocking the highways abandoned, or worse. A few wrecks line the streets though, but they are FUBAR. On my first recon, I noticed a massive 10 car (at least) pile up. A massive 4 way intersection collision. Most cars, some SUV, and one large flatbed heavy duty truck. Looks like when the power went out, so did this accident. Which must have been one of the many explosions we have heard since then broadcasting across the sky.

Some of the cars have already been tapped. Every drop of gasoline syphoned out. But not every car was empty on gas. Most of the vehicles interiors where empty, but a few, ....god ....help us all.....I cannot describe in words the carnage inside those crushed metal cabins. Im not a surgion and have never seen major truama like that before, but from what i could see they looks like they have been feasted upon. My god those poor souls.

Whatever I found scavaging outside, I knew I could not bring back to my house directly. It would cause to much attention to the specific location of my home. I would have to stash it close by in a hide and come back for it in the middle of the night to bring into the house.

I carried along with me the two 5 gallon gas cans I had. I was worried it wasnt going to be enough to take back. I resolved this issue in finding a large black 55 gallon drum the flatbed truck was carrying. Most importantly was the fact that the inside was clean and free from debry. Apart from a few dings and scratches from the collision, it was peftect for what I would need.

55 gallons of Gas is to heavy for one person, so I had to roll the drum back to a safe stash location. Then I would fill it up 10 gallons at a time with my two red cans.

On my last trip, as I topped off the last gas can, I made my first critical mistake.

I was so overjoyed with what i had accomplished a laughed for the first time since all this happend. I made a sound.

This is where it all turned to hell.

As my back was turned, the first of the Dead came at me...

I must let the batteries charge now. But before I do it is essential i get these next few transmissions out.