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Where to start?

The first thing you notice is the smell. The fresher ones were pretty ripe. The odor hit me first even inside the building. There must be a graveyard nearby. It is the onlyu thing that made sense, as if anything made sense in all of this.

I was just beginning to ask what that smell was when the sound of glass breaking started. The front of the office got hit first. A woman screamed for a while. I ran up to see and realized how bad a choice that was. The bodies making their way through the front windows and doors may have been alive once. The certainly are not now.

The screaming got more shrill as I slowed to a stop and then gurgled off. I don’t like to think to hard on what the woman was going through. My brain locked for an instance as I saw something I had only seen in movies before. Shock. I had to get out of shock. I switched into gamer mode. Dumb I know but it helped. I began analyzing them as they approached.

They are obviously out of the grave dead. I could see dirt falling from them. They also shambled. If you have not seen a real shamble let me tell you it will send a shiver up your spine. But if they were shambling they can’t keep up. I ran hard. Some damn fools tried to slow me down. I hit them hard as I went. I don’t have to outrun the monster. I have to outrun you.

I made for where the cars were near the employee entrance. The panic really hit behind me. The screams were growing to a point of crescendo. I could feel the press of people running behind me. I hear a loud POP! POP! POP! From off to my left.

One of the tech guys has a gun he carries all the time. A big black man was firing his handgun into the on rushing corpses. I watch out of the corner of my eye. The fool keeps firing even as the corpses grab him. Bullets rip through the nearly bloodless corpses with little effect. One headshot explodes the head of one zombies and it falls.

Good to know something will stop them. What was his name? Why can’t I remember his name?

I made my way to the car. The zombies are outside too. One shambles to close and I break its lower leg with a hard but awkward stomp below the knee. As I back away from the body it just keeps coming only slower now. I run for my car. I climb in and start the engine. The parking lot is jammed with bodies of the walking dead and the dying.

There is a nightmare I will keep.

I slam the car over the side walk and I go over the edge of the hill. The Saturn is not an off road vehicle but she holds together admirably. I turn shapr at the bottom and make for the exit from the commerce park.

Zombies try and rush the vehicle. As I get to the exit. Where are all these bodies from? I drive hard and fast. My foot is to the floor on the accelerator and I break every section of glass by hitting zombie bodies. I need to get somewhere safe.

I spin wide and head towards y12. The national security is bound to be pretty secure. As I head towards it I see the APC’s they have deployed. They are already pouring firepower into the zombie hoard.

That is not my safety. I would not survive the firefight to get there. I would be collateral damage. Bullets by the thousands were being fired and they will not take the time to check and see if I am breathing. I drive past the entrance to y12 and hope at least Robbie has found some secure place in there.

The idea hits me to try the gatehouses. These things were built back when this was a secret city. They are cinderblock walled towers not far from the y12 entrance with thick bulletproof glass and and thick metal doors. As I head towards on I can see some soldiers there fighting off some of the undead. I ram one of the zombies and my car makes a loud thump as I crush it beneath the car. I climb out and dash for the door. My car is no longer a safe place.

One of the soldiers is on the ground under the pile of zombies. His rifle is lying on the ground in front of me as I ran for the door so I grabbed it. The other soldiers at the door were motioning me in as I ran.

Obviously I made it in, but I tell you now I did stop outside the door. The screaming of someone being eaten to death is unlike anything you can really imagine. You can hear the larynx tear it is so bad. You can hear the sloppy wet sound of bits being torn away in undead teeth. I stopped with an icy cold feeling in my gut. I turned and fired a burst into the poor bastards head.

I am in the gatehouse now. The other soldiers are ranging from catatonic to ranting. It turns out they had a laptop for communication. It has been hours since we got a reply from anyone. I am posting this to see if anyone else has survived. Or maybe just to expunge the horror of it.

I figure we can hold up here for a week before starvation and lack of water makes us have to leave. I hope the zombies get board and leave by then. Right now I can look out the thick window and see their sightless eyes looking back at me.

Help us.


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ikara_fox
Jun. 13th, 2007 07:47 pm (UTC)
:)
mkillingworth
Jun. 13th, 2007 07:58 pm (UTC)
Jesus, that was scary! What the hell is going on at work today?
technoir
Jun. 13th, 2007 08:03 pm (UTC)
get to high ground for the love of all thats holy!!!!!
mkillingworth
Jun. 13th, 2007 08:19 pm (UTC)
Fortunately, we live on an island.

BTW, on another note, I found this link quite interesting and reassuring. Posted by someone on my friends list.

http://junkfoodscience.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-fat-dare-i-say-it-is-good-thing.html
technoir
Jun. 13th, 2007 08:45 pm (UTC)
Cant think about your crazy diet stuff. We are now on the menu!!! stupid zombies!!!
virtualmel
Jun. 13th, 2007 08:21 pm (UTC)
I'm heading out of the earthlink building now, gonna try to get to Buddy.
Too much concrete in the city for there to be too many graves...

Will post again when.. if... I can. Good luck out there.

technoir
Jun. 13th, 2007 08:43 pm (UTC)
Keep moving. Ignore the screams as best you can. stay alive.
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