Journal of a Survivor

BlackCat03: Thanks for pointing out the typo! I’m done college now! I started my summer job as of April 21st so yay! Hope this chapter is just as good!

Sekre: Thanks for the well wishes.

Celtic: I’m attached to my computer, I can admit it. I truly do pray it holds out long enough for me to get another one. I’m going to have to throw everything onto a couple flash sticks, just to make sure I don’t lose anything. I don’t think my computer place takes trade in’s…

Irrlich: I’m so happy that you’re enjoying my work! I’m trying so hard to keep it interesting.

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Octorber 23rd

“There’s a breech on the east wall! They’re coming in! Someone hot the alarms and get the hoses working!” Siska jerked awake, quickly lifting her head off Raen’s hospital bed. She could hear the outside alarms start up and within moments Siska was on her feet.

~Was it my turn on the east wall~ she thought frantically, taking two moments to make sure Raen’s unconscious form was comfortable before she bolted out of the room. The hospital was a safe place to be, and most of the workers were simply continuing with their daily routines. Siska raced past workers and patients as quickly as she could, glad that she hadn’t removed her fatigues and weapons when she had gotten off her last shift, nearly twelve hours before. The brunette managed to get through the hospital doors before the security officers bolted them, looking down all the roads around her. She wished that she had time to get a message to Xander, to let the blonde know that she had to leave Raen alone, but there just wasn’t time for such things. Siska wasn’t looking for the fastest way to the east wall, oh no, she was waiting for the army controlled water trucks to come racing by her. She did, however, start moving in the direction of the breech, long legs effortlessly carrying her forward. The run was giving her time to think about what was going on, and how a breech was even possible. The walls that surrounded their city were roughly 50 feet in height, stretching around the city and seeming to be endless. They had been built by tearing down warehouses and stripping any unused vehicles of all their paneling. Bricks and mortar, concrete slabs and as much metal as they could find. It had been a monumental task to complete, one that had to have started the moment the outbreak had been reported. Or before it. Siska stopped dead, panting lightly as she thought about the wall and what had happened. Was it possible that someone in just over a year could construct a wall so large, so strong, that it surrounded an entire city. Such man made feats were unheard of in such a short amount of time. Then again, Siska hadn’t meant anyone in the city who had actually ‘been’ to the city before the evacuations had began. Only the army and military soldiers had said that they have been inside the city before the outbreak had started.

“Now isn’t the time to be thinking about conspiracy theories!” Siska shouted at herself. The young woman pushed her body to start moving forward again, listening for the oncoming water truck. She didn’t have to wait very long, one of the trucks taking notice of her uniform and swinging wide to pick her up.

“Thanks for the lift!” she called over the constant chatter on the truck radio. Everyone was keeping tabs on what was going on and it wasn’t a surprise that the radio was turned up loud enough that it could be heard over the ongoing alarms. The man driving the truck offered a grim smile and a quick nod, his eyes focused on the road in front of him. The wall ahead of them was crawling with the undead, piles of flesh plastering the concrete under the wall. Siska leapt from the interior of the truck before it had stopped moving, scrambling to the top of the large tank the truck was carrying. The brunette had no experience with the large spray guns that were mounted to the tops of the water trucks, but there wasn’t time to worry about such things.

“Turn the water on!” she cried, raising her voice over the sounds around them. Alarms and sirens were blaring, radio’s were turned on to their maximum volume, and people everywhere were shouting. She felt the truck cease it’s constantly rumbling under her feet, signaling that the driver had turned the truck off. While the sounds around her were drowning out almost everything, Siska’s sharp ears caught the sound of the internal pressure system in the tank below her. It meant that the secure sprayer in front of her was ready for use, and Siska wasn’t about to wait for the driver to get himself up on top of the tank. From her higher up position, she could see all those who were running around with fire hoses and buckets, trying to set up a barricade against the invading zombies. She hoped that they would be able to fend off the invasion as quickly as possible, not because people were sure to start dying, but because she really wanted to look into her theories.

~Someone knew this was going to happen…It’s possible that someone let the virus out on purpose…~

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Now, I’m going to be completely evil here. This is the End. Seriously. I know it sucks ass and it’s a MASSIVE cliff hanger, but I just don’t have the…well…let’s just say my muse has left me. I feel that this is a good place to leave off, and I’m calling it the end of my ‘book’. You know? I’m going to start working on Knights and Shadows again soon, and I hope that you will all turn your attention to it for awhile. I hope that by the time I finish K&S, I will be able to come back to this and finish it.
I can admit that I have set up scenarios in this fic that I don’t have answers for. I won’t say which ones, but until I solve some of these problems, I don’t wish to continue.
Please don’t yell at me for this. Just give me some time.