Journal of a Survivor
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,936
Reviews:
58
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
March 17th
Thesexything: I’m glad you like my story so much! And congrats! You were my first review since I double updated!
Irrlich: My buddy! *snuggles* I love getting comments from you! You make me happy ^_^ Think you could message me via my livejournal? It’s in my profile! I would really like to talk to you about something.
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March 17th
Wow…it’s been awhile since I’ve had a chance to write. So much has gone on and I don’t know where to start. I guess I’ll make a list of everything that happened each day. I hope I don’t leave anything out, but I’ve never had that amazing of a memory, that’s why I write in my journal.
Let’s start with the fifth. It started to rain and we hauled ass to the roof. We watched in amazement as the zombies fled, making the most horrible sounds. I think I would compare it to an animal being skinned alive, it was that horrible. I felt my skin crawl with every squeal of pain and I watched in horror as chunks of their skin peeled off and landed on the concrete. It looked as though it was melting, and I’ve never seen such a thing.
It was still raining on the sixth and we were being smart and collecting more water, both from the roof and from us wandering the streets. We didn’t think to watch the sky as we wandered the area we were in, looking for anything that would tell us there were other survivors around. Anything that would prove that we weren’t the only ones left in the city, if not the entire world. I think, at one time, people had been hiding in certain areas. Windows were boarded up and doors were braced so well that we couldn’t enter many buildings. We shouted to anyone who may have been inside, wanting them to know that we weren’t infected and were looking for survivors. We never got a response from anyone. The rain ended suddenly and we had to be at least ten blocks away from the store. Xander can run faster than I can, we discovered that the hard way. I don’t know where they came from, but the zombies were flooding back into the streets, despite the still lingering pools of water left from the rain. I think it was because we were out there, and our scent was in the air. We must have smelled a lot stronger than the new fresh air. I can’t run worth shit, and how I made it back into the store is unknown to me. I remember hearing them behind me, their groans as I moved as quickly as I could. You wouldn’t think that the dead could move very fast, but there were so many of them coming from so many directions that it didn’t matter that they couldn’t move that quickly. I must have slipped and fell at one point in time because there’s a good scab on my leg from a gash that was rather deep. I was more concerned about the sudden grasp of fleshy zombie hands all over my body. Xander said I was screaming in sheer terror. That could be why I don’t remember him coming running with buckets of water. He drug me, soaking wet, back into the store and took care of me.
By the tenth we were planning our next big move. The undead knew for sure where we were, and that I was a slow runner. The next time we encountered them, there was a good chance that I would die with them pulling my guts from my body, my screams echoing through the city.
On the eleventh the rain came and we managed to get ourselves secluded in a hotel, on the top floor. Each time we passed a flight of stairs, lugging all of our heavy supplies, we made sure to secure the door with anything we could find. Every floor had a vending machine and an ice machine, and they came in handy for securing a safe zone.
The rain came again on the sixteenth, yesterday. We removed all of the blockages from the doors and moved as quickly as we could. Supplies from the kitchen of the hotel, two luggage carts, two maids carts, and some suit cases that were left behind. Those are the items that we took, and we’re happy that we did.
Today…today we’re huddled in the hospital. We made it to the one place we needed to be. Here, Xander made sure to tend to my leg and even gave me a shot of antibiotics, even though it had been over a week since I had been injured. This place was easy to lock down and looks as though it had once held survivors. We were only able to get in through a third floor window, and Xander had to climb up a tree to do that, then come down to the main floor to let me in. I can’t believe the rain lasted long enough for us to get some place safe, but thank the gods that it did.
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“Who the hell are you?” Raen lifted his head and jumped to his feet when he saw that the person who had entered the room he was in, wasn’t Xander.
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Oh yes, I am SO ending it there. Want more? Want to know? Review!
Irrlich: My buddy! *snuggles* I love getting comments from you! You make me happy ^_^ Think you could message me via my livejournal? It’s in my profile! I would really like to talk to you about something.
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March 17th
Wow…it’s been awhile since I’ve had a chance to write. So much has gone on and I don’t know where to start. I guess I’ll make a list of everything that happened each day. I hope I don’t leave anything out, but I’ve never had that amazing of a memory, that’s why I write in my journal.
Let’s start with the fifth. It started to rain and we hauled ass to the roof. We watched in amazement as the zombies fled, making the most horrible sounds. I think I would compare it to an animal being skinned alive, it was that horrible. I felt my skin crawl with every squeal of pain and I watched in horror as chunks of their skin peeled off and landed on the concrete. It looked as though it was melting, and I’ve never seen such a thing.
It was still raining on the sixth and we were being smart and collecting more water, both from the roof and from us wandering the streets. We didn’t think to watch the sky as we wandered the area we were in, looking for anything that would tell us there were other survivors around. Anything that would prove that we weren’t the only ones left in the city, if not the entire world. I think, at one time, people had been hiding in certain areas. Windows were boarded up and doors were braced so well that we couldn’t enter many buildings. We shouted to anyone who may have been inside, wanting them to know that we weren’t infected and were looking for survivors. We never got a response from anyone. The rain ended suddenly and we had to be at least ten blocks away from the store. Xander can run faster than I can, we discovered that the hard way. I don’t know where they came from, but the zombies were flooding back into the streets, despite the still lingering pools of water left from the rain. I think it was because we were out there, and our scent was in the air. We must have smelled a lot stronger than the new fresh air. I can’t run worth shit, and how I made it back into the store is unknown to me. I remember hearing them behind me, their groans as I moved as quickly as I could. You wouldn’t think that the dead could move very fast, but there were so many of them coming from so many directions that it didn’t matter that they couldn’t move that quickly. I must have slipped and fell at one point in time because there’s a good scab on my leg from a gash that was rather deep. I was more concerned about the sudden grasp of fleshy zombie hands all over my body. Xander said I was screaming in sheer terror. That could be why I don’t remember him coming running with buckets of water. He drug me, soaking wet, back into the store and took care of me.
By the tenth we were planning our next big move. The undead knew for sure where we were, and that I was a slow runner. The next time we encountered them, there was a good chance that I would die with them pulling my guts from my body, my screams echoing through the city.
On the eleventh the rain came and we managed to get ourselves secluded in a hotel, on the top floor. Each time we passed a flight of stairs, lugging all of our heavy supplies, we made sure to secure the door with anything we could find. Every floor had a vending machine and an ice machine, and they came in handy for securing a safe zone.
The rain came again on the sixteenth, yesterday. We removed all of the blockages from the doors and moved as quickly as we could. Supplies from the kitchen of the hotel, two luggage carts, two maids carts, and some suit cases that were left behind. Those are the items that we took, and we’re happy that we did.
Today…today we’re huddled in the hospital. We made it to the one place we needed to be. Here, Xander made sure to tend to my leg and even gave me a shot of antibiotics, even though it had been over a week since I had been injured. This place was easy to lock down and looks as though it had once held survivors. We were only able to get in through a third floor window, and Xander had to climb up a tree to do that, then come down to the main floor to let me in. I can’t believe the rain lasted long enough for us to get some place safe, but thank the gods that it did.
.
.
.
.
.
“Who the hell are you?” Raen lifted his head and jumped to his feet when he saw that the person who had entered the room he was in, wasn’t Xander.
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Oh yes, I am SO ending it there. Want more? Want to know? Review!