SURVIVED DAY ONE

Black Wednesday is finally over (well, for me). Despite a day of constant paranoia, many close calls and too many encounters for my taste, I have managed to survive day one with my human brains intact. And, although the amount of zombies has seem to more than tripled, I am optimistic. If we survivors stay as careful as we are, and we maintain our close contact with each other, hopefully we’ll be able to make it through.

Thankfully, I have a few hours to relax, recharge and get ready for another grueling day.

Mint
Survivor

[[Thank you for all the people who were featured in today's photographs and all the folks who were brave enough to escort me to my classes and activities. You're all glorious human survivors. VIVA THE LIVING!]]

Another close encounter, this time with a tricky original zombie

On my way out of work, I had a wonderful crew of survivors take me back. HOWEVER, we had an original zombie (OZ) in our midst…

Apparently they’re a lot smarter than I put them out to be. Despite his seemingly human nature, by the time we were out of the building and on our way to Sturges, he was craving human flesh. I feel indescribably careless that I failed to check all the humans before leaving the building. And it is because of that failure that one of the humans in the group turned (picture above will show the aforementioned human-turned-zombie).

That second close encounter severely heightens my paranoia. I will not make careless mistakes like that again.

I have also recently discovered that immediately ducking can be almost as good as running away, although this is provided that the zombie does not expect it (or when you’re in a group). During the OZ attack, I only just survived by moving to the side and ducking, while the OZ charged right ahead to catch someone else. Every man for himself, right?

It’s a pity that I had to watch someone turn. This has been a disastrous day.

Mint
Survivor, for now.

First Attack

As I was coming out of one of my errands, a zombie jumped out at me.

HOLY SHIT I AM GLAD THAT I’M NOT DEAD.

If I didn’t have my sword with me, I would have been turned in a matter of seconds. I’m more petrified than ever. Everywhere I walk around, I see stunned zombies, slowly waiting to get their chance to hunt again. It was only by sheer luck that I was able to make it out alive.

I am slowly seeing a trickle of survivors, all starving for food. At this moment, zombies seem to be avoiding our buildings, giving us a little breathing room. Here, in our main base, we discuss group strategies and ways to avoid zombie attacks as a team.

Enclosed are a few pictures I took with the remaining survivors. These may be the last pictures of me before I turn:

We meet up before going to the main base together.

A team of survivors and I, posing for our last shots.

Although the apocalypse outside scares me shitless, the vast amount of survivors gives me hope that, maybe, we can starve enough zombies to eliminate the infection altogether. Survival is the utmost priority.

Mint
Survivor

New Morning Rain

Morning society… or what is left of it.

It’s a new raining morning on an interesting new day. I’m prepared (as best as I can be), and pretty set to go. From what little news is trickling through the grapevine, the pandemic has yet to start, but I can already feel myself grow nervous from the concept of even venturing out.

Maybe I should…

No. I cannot live my life stuck in my cave of a dwelling. I need money, and food. I have errands, and a job (unless my boss has suddenly transformed into a flesh eating monster).

Wish me luck.

Mint
Very Tired Human Survivor

First Hour: ALIVE.

It’s been exactly 1 hour and 2 minutes since the warning of a zombie infestation at Geneseo. I, myself, received the news right before I left a friend’s place, giving me little time to fully understand the dire nature of this infection, but now that I am (hopefully) safe inside my own living quarters, it seems as good a time as any to give my report. Given what little chance I have at living, I have decided to start this blog in an attempt to record the few hours (days, if I’m fortunate enough) I have left as a human being.

Already, panic has set in. Within minutes of receiving the emergency communication, people were dusting off their emergency kits (aka: WEAPONRY) and preparing for an evening in hell. It does not look good.

As you can see, I am among the many who are slowly preparing for what may be the most disastrous event of our short-lived lives.

My only hope is that this journal will be of use in the future. While I am still capable of human thought, I will continue to urge myself to post often, so as to provide as much information to the outside world and the possible future.

Mint
Human Survivor