I have a dim shadow of a hope that one day I’ll crack this journal open and write something really happy and positive. Today is not that day. Well to start the shit storm off right, last week we hit a horde of ghouls. They were all inside a church nearby a gas station we were [...]
What a fucking week. First off, Sticky was proven wrong about his “zombie cloak” protecting his scent from flesh-eaters. What a crock of shit. We were about to check out this grocery store that looked abandoned when Sticky suggests the tar again. We hadn’t seen so much as drop of blood for days, so I [...]
Now that we’re on the move, the ammo has been draining fast. It’s like I’m a fucking shit-magnet. Three separate hordes in the past two days alone. Food is running out, ammo is finite, sleep is a distant memory…but plenty of Zombies! That should even everything out, right? All sarcasm aside, we found another survivor. [...]
…and more to come.
Finally a break! Came across a F250 with a full tank of gas, 20 extra gallons in the bed, and last but not least, guns! This guy had a couple M-16′s, a few SMG’s, a few handguns (including the Desert Eagle), and a sniper rifle. The Desert Eagle I found in his hand. His body [...]
Dave really screwed us over when he left. He took nearly half of our supplies. We’ve hit a few abandoned houses and a gas station since, but nothing to recover the loss. Only surviving. Hell, I’ve been defending myself with an axe lately to conserve ammo. A sword would be better, but I can’t find [...]