DAMN BABY I JUS' GOT BlTED! Y'ALL AHM A ZOMMEH! I GON' EAT Y'ALL'S BRAINSES!
Haw, just kidding my buds, I was never bitte
Day 3:
Can't think... losing sanity
No supplies, just me and this rifle I found
Day 17:
Military found us, Took us to California, then left us there.
The girl is... WHAT THE F.
[QUOTE=The Rizzler;25646524]All zombies killed apart from the one in MY BASEMENT
i play vidyagames with him[/QUOTE]
is he called ed
Today I raided a Victoria's Secret store for some panties and mannequins. To my surprise all of the zombies were male... Actually it wasn't. I fappdd to some playboi magazins and it is only maken me mor tyyurd.I thinl i wil slep rith nou
[editline]26th October 2010[/editline]
Encountered brain damage after raiding
Day 89 - I cant take much more of this. America is dead, I dont see the military.. Well except zombie military. My last strain of hope was when I saw a rocket prepping for launch North of here.. The sad part is that it exploded ON the launch pad. Even more fun news, Some of the infected are running and make ear shattering screams. The final piece of news? Im infected, give me a few hours - X. Murogi
Getting real lonely
just me and betsy
Day 67: Out of film, No Helicopter. Zombies are too fast. Not Going to make it.
Day 68: Went to save my dog. If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, Everyone drop everything and come save me.
Day 69: “NO ZOMBIE IS SAFE FROM CHICAGO TED”
Apocolypse? This is the best damn time of my life!
Day; ?
Status; Alive.
The first sort by their own suggestions fell,
Self-tempted, self-depraved: man falls deceived
By the other first: man therefore shall find grace in death,
The other none for death hath found them.
better safe than sorry better safe than sorry better safe than sorry better safe than sorry better safe than sorry
etc etc.
Day 563:
I think my penis is infected, it has grown 11 inches and is swelling. Oh wait, that's just me :smug:
Well, I still have a shitload of food, but water is a problem. I'm drinking from my own penis like a gerbil so I don't get dehydrated, all the water sources are infected with Ricky Martin's shit.
I'm thinking of going out to kill a uninfected human so I can see what human flesh tastes like, In fallout 3, it heals more HP than cow meat, so that would heal the tooth marks on my cockwang.
words cannot express how lucky i feel. the day shit went down the first thing i did was contact my old buddy jack (he works for a PMC) he told me to stay put and he'd come get me. imagine my suprise when he rolled up in an armored car! me and jack drove to an airstrip where a bunch of guys from his PMC job were waiting by a chopper. apparently the chopper was supposed to be the last ride outta Sydney before the army bombed the place into dust, jack's pals hijacked it and got the fuck outta there before the whole place was flattened. but that seems like ages ago now. since then we've set up shop in a base that apparently wasn't important enough for the army to defend. we take the chopper out to look for survivors but we find less and less with each patrol.
[editline]26th October 2010[/editline]
i realize that's horribly written but fuck it i tried
I thought I saw Sarah today. It's been three days since I last saw her, and I'm worried. Hell, five months alone and then meeting a person, even if only for 3 days, and she's gone. You know I've questioned it before, but the barrel into my mouth...
Life seemed like a game until now, scavenge, hide, return.
But now? I don't know.
Day; ?+1
He does not know what sickening thirst,
that sands one's throat,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
that the throat may thirst no more.
He does not bend his head to hear,
The Burial Office read,
Nor, while the terror of his soul,
Tells him he is not dead.
Cross his own coffin, as he moves,
Into the hideous shed.
He does not stare upon the air
through a little roof of glass,
He does not pray with lips of clay.
for his agony to pass;
Nor feel upon his shuddering cheek,
the kiss of life's pass.
Day 27: San Bernardino, California
Much to my surprise the higher ups where well prepared for this epidemic. All active and reserve personnel off base where called in and the area was put on lock down. We had some frantic civilians try to rush the gate but they where gunned down by the MPs. Supplies where flown into the expeditionary airfield from Barstow. Palm Springs was destroyed by Artillery and Ariel bombardment because it was deemed "Class A", I still haven't figured out that system they made up. On day 3 they issued us these suits that looked like MOPP gear but where much lighter. Our Battalion was sent to search for survivors on Day 10, so far we've made it to San Bernardino and only collected two. We had encounters with armed civilians who refused to lay down their weapons and fired at us ... they didn't stand a chance. We've watched convoys of civilians fleeing from us in the distance, maybe they known something we don't. I really doubt I'll see my family again, I took a look at a map and that area was marked as "Class AB", really don't know what that means but it was red and red is never good. As for the Zombies at first we shot them as if it where some sport, now most of us don't care. For the most part we drive by them maybe popping off a few boredom shots or running over any caught in the road. We've been ordered to push deeper into the city, I've heard rumors of massive mobs of the undead are to be bombed or shelled before we come in to clean up. I can't help but think that somehow people are trapped in those buildings surrounded by the dead and we're just killing them the same.
Day 1: Some old homeless looking dude tried biting me today. Making a thread about it on Facepunch.
I am far from my friends,family or anybody I even know, what's worse is I have to take a shit.
A zombie bit me few minutes ago. Going to shoot myself. Bye all-
I found some food, not enough to last the week but it'll do, hours have past yet still no sign of any survivors. My ak-47 is down to it's last two clips if I use that I'll have to resort to my swiss knife for survival.
day four.
truck broke down, red neck yelled at me.
I threated to sue.
He Said " Fuck you, them Zombies killed all the Lawyers"
THen I said " Okay What ever, Dumbo"
We then got into a fight, He was Mass, I just manged to stab, I then proceeded go.
But he asked me one thing
"I'm s-s-sorry for doing that, i just needed food for my daughter, Sir if you have any heart in you, please take her along, our fight has alarmed the Zombies I'll use the lat amount of energy i have in my body to fend them off."
I agreed and grab his daughter and ran off.
PS. man that guy was huge.
Day 70: Found a duct tape.
Day 71: Found some combo card.
Day 72: Duct tape + Dildo + Electric drill = Dead Zombie.
Day 749: Still no zombies here, good thing I live in a shithole.
long as i got my hentai porn,everything will be ok
:suicide:
You all are the infected ones! You're the zombies!
Day 90 - The... The infection has... *growl* progressed into the stage wher... wher.. where people start gaini... strength.. Only one hour left until... until I tu.. turn... I gotta find a gun or something and make my final sta.. stand.
Day: -
Status: -
Today subject xx was processed and sent to observation. The xxxxxxx of this xxxxxxxx on a xxxxx host is, quite frankly, incredible. At first we were not sure the xxxxxxxx, code named VHF-392 was capable of such rapid xxxxxxxxx. VHF-392 has surpassed our wildest dreams, I suspect that within the next few weeks a xxxxxxx will be developed. Then the experiment truly begins.
[QUOTE=Xieneus;25661773]Day 90 - The... The infection has... *growl* progressed into the stage wher... wher.. where people start gaini... strength.. Only one hour left until... until I tu.. turn... I gotta find a gun or something and make my final sta.. stand.[/QUOTE]
The infection has progressed to a state where the infected type out sounds. It's worse than we previously thought
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