- Transmission from Slickback
slickback here from stl area, did anyone make it out of here it was so last minute notice my party barely did....
It began as an ordinary day for me as I was preparing to do a photo shoot for a recently engaged couple. I decided college was not for me a few months back and decided to focus on work and my faith, needless to say this event rocked both of my worlds as the afternoon sun began to rise. My friend Alex normally drives me to where I need to go since my family members bugged out to the secure spot we chose months ago for the h1n1 mutations so it was just me and him in this cancer filled town trying to make a living in the recession. I always had checked the news before I left for the weather but as soon as it came on an emergency message from the police department and cdc screamed to life.
I had suspected a water main break mixed with vandalism like the norm but this time it was different. Alarmed citizens had reported that the dead began to rise and they just now got around to making a fucking announcement as the hospitals were flooded with bite victims who reanimated after 6 hours and went on to infect the living. I am not sure when this began since the st Louis area is the last to hear about anything. I knew this day was coming so I packed what things I had in my bag and called alex to tell him to do the same and waiting for him, while securing the location. Nothing yet on my side of town, people began to get on their roofs with whatever firearms they had and secured the entrances to every road creating check points. I grabbed my camera and began to shoot with the hopes if I died these pictures would live on so people knew what the world was before the dead began to rise. It was not long before he came and told me his girlfriend was coming along.
Fuck, I thought to myself, I don’t need any cutesy wootsy bullshit while trying to survive this hell hole I screamed but knew she may come in handy since she was a nurse. The plan was to get to Indiana since his family lived in the country but knew it was going to be hell getting out of here. We loaded the vehicle with what we could and set out on the back roads out of town. The pictures I have taken so far are typical ones that flood the evening news channel of alarmed people preparing for their own deaths but one that disturbs me the most is one of a little girl; she could not have been no more than 7. She held her hand on the glass door as her father boarded up the frame. The look in her eyes as she held her baby doll and puppy were that of a third world, war torn shit hit the fan last night, stone cold dead.
I am going to call this a night, i need to sleep because we are taking guard shifts and driving to get out of town. Bodies litter the streets and roads, gunshots fill the air and the moans of the undead army began to haunt into the lifeless night. If anyone is out there relay your position in Indiana and we will try to make contact. Please God let there be life… Did Alyssa even make it out of Florida…
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Wow, wife and I haven't seen or heard from anyone in so long, I was curious if we ever would again until I stumbled across this blog which still seems to get posts. Most of what's left of the internet seems to be down or unconnected, and I guess that's like what we're living right now.
ReplyDeleteAfter the last batch of walking dead came across our hold out, I lost track of how many we've taken down since this all started. The smell is awful, though the dry desert air helps to dessicate them quickly, and I can only imagine what it must be like in more humid areas. The wife is getting better at relaxing when she pulls the trigger, and those first few, she was just wasting our precious ammo. I'm glad for all the time we spent at the range before the outbreak, but can't seem to get my mind off of how much ammo that cost us, and how I wish I had that ammo right now. even the few thousand rounds we have left don't feel like enough.
Food is holding out. The canned foods my wife over bought at the grocery store at my heeding back when the virus was first reported on the news has come in handy. I think the best tasting thing to eat is the canned peaches, because you get the sweet taste and the syrup for something to drink. We only have a few cans of those left, and my wife is leaving them for me - I may save the last one for special occasion. The grocery store was cleaned out faster than I could have imagined, and after 3 days there were just bare shelves and a bullet-riddled body; I guess there was a fight over something at some point, and it was a survivor, of sorts...
Water is going to be a problem. The 30-gal tanks we stored with the occasional rainwater are down to about 5-6 gallons a piece, and my Katadyn Hiker is getting harder and harder to pump. Wish I bought more filters when they were available. At this rate, we'll run out of water supply before the filter breaks, and I'm starting to think about jumping some fences to get at my neighbor's half-filled pools. Though the water is rancid, it's risky - both for coming up against the roaming undead, and water quality.
Can't wait for the government anymore, as it seems they've pulled out. We haven't seen a Humvee is weeks, and even the gunfire is quieting down at night. We're not the only ones running out of ammunition.
I'm at wits end about trying to venture out, because if I leave my wife here and something happens to me - what will happen to her?
Hold strong, there are more of us.
DeletePlease hurry. I don't know if I can make it through this winter.
ReplyDeleteHave you? Please tell me you have. Its been 2 years since. We are all alone.
DeleteIs anyone still out there...
ReplyDeleteWe live. I dont know how we made it through the Dreat Death, but we have for now.
DeletePlease Respond.