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Wednesday, July 20th, 2011
Anne love – asked you to post on the website with my account, so hopefully you’ll pick this up. Don’t forget to keep the screen brightness down and the wireless turned off – and only plug in the 3g adapter when you have to.
I’m going to be late I’m afraid love, please forgive me. I’m currently writing from the back seat of the Focus. Remember that car that crashed down the road? Well it had a jerry can full of petrol in the boot. There’s not many zombies about the road for some reason so I’ve been able to walk further down the street than we thought.
The houses are full of them – don’t know if they’re sheltering in there, or just people who’ve bene infected and returned. Either way initial plan to grab food from neighbors is a no-go.
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Wednesday, June 15th, 2011
Looks like my question’s been answered. About 10 minutes ago I heard a massive yowl.
I forgot my cat was outside and the bastard just tore her to pieces. 🙁
I don’t know where this lone zombie has come from, but this is war. Watch this space, I’m going to go and hunt down my air rifle.
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Monday, June 13th, 2011
Astraman is still downstairs. He’s made a friend and they’ve broken the glass in the door. The wooden slats are too thin for them to get through, but we can hear them – even through flat door itself.
Fed up. Want to get out. Anne and I are inflating the airbed and sleeping in the attic tonight with the stairs pulled up.
Fucking fed up. Anne is having a cry. Want to join her. Fucking zombies. FUCKING FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Monday, June 13th, 2011
There’s a staricase that leads up to our flat – at the bottom of which is a door. Humble chipboard with a cheap veneer and frosted glass panels – a guardian portal to our little castle.
Astraman woke up early this morning, and has been hammering on our front door ever since. Bleary eyed and bleary brained – my first reaction was to let him in and help him. Anne stopped me as I was pulling the coffee table away from the door.
It’s odd that we grow up with these stereotyped zombies, but when they appear in front of us – we forget all the rules, all the cliches. He looked to me like a normal person, bloodied and wounded – but normal…. (more…)
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Friday, June 10th, 2011
Anne is being sick in the bathroom, probably on top of my sick from moments before.
They got the poor bloke from across the street. He climbed out of a bedroom window on the first floor (not the ground floor – I hate it when people mix those up), but slipped and banged himself hard on the driveway, twisting his ankle right round. We were willing him to shut up, but he effed and blinded like there was no tomorrow. The zombies who had been determidly forcing themselves through his living room window turned around and went for him.
I’m uncomfortable writing this, but I couldn’t stop myself watching. They gnawed pretty half of skin off his body. Fingers, toes and huge lumps of flesh were just gone.
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Friday, June 10th, 2011
There’s a bit pack of them trying to get into the house opposite us. Anne and I haven’t spoken a word for the last half hour in case they hear us. We’re communicating via laptop keyboard at the moment.
The silly bastard across the road had a stereo on loud. This is the same twat who races his souped up Astra up and down the road at the dead of night. It’s off now but the zombies have twigged that there’s someone in there. At my last peek through the curtains they’d broken the window in his sitting room.
We can’t do anything for him without attracting attention to ourselves. Anne thinks its cold. I think its sensible.
Anne called 999 – but it just rang. One of the zombies is in what looks like riot gear.
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Monday, June 6th, 2011
I have never known shopping to take so bloody long! Early yesterday evening, me and George headed out into town, the first time any of us had been out the house. Armed with a couple of sledge hammers, we made it to the car and headed to Lidl.
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Thursday, June 2nd, 2011
The infected that I mentioned earlier wandered away about an hour later. I don’t know if it is the same few, but they reappeared about half an hour ago in the house across the road.
There was screaming and crashing, I ran to the front room to see what was happening after inspecting the car park. A figure came crashing through a ground floor window, only to get back up, they couldn’t quite get back into the window, the step up appeared to flummox them.
After more crashing and screaming, there was silence. I fear the worst for the people across the street.
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Wednesday, June 1st, 2011
Apologies for my posts earlier, I’ve since spent most of the day sleeping.
We were woken up earlier by a knock at the door. I say a knock, it was banging and crashing. Somehow one of the infected had got across the drop and onto our doorstep and was bashing at the door.
Using a ladder George and I climbed down to the ground floor. Using a spatula, George lifted the letterbox open while I rammed the handle of a broom through it, after a couple of thrusts I felt the handle connect with soft flesh, as I forced the broom handle out trying to push this monster into the basement courtyard I felt the handle puncture the skin and connect with something harder, possibly bone? There was a bit of a struggle on the other side of the door, then the broom handle came free followed by a thud. There were no screams. No cries. Just a thud.
That brings us up to now. We are going to take it in turns to keep watch, we want to try and keep the ground floor clean for as long as possible.
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