day ???.
that zombie... he bites me... i will not hold it anymore... i will finish this, god bless america.. god bless me

day 70
found some bacon
day 71
I have food poisoning

He scratched me. He only scratched me. I don't know how many hours I spent cleaning it, a routine of soap and rubbing alcohol, until my cut was raw.

I somehow fell asleep despite the fact I can hear them break into the houses down the street. I only slept for four hours before I woke up in a cold sweat, with a nauseating pain coming from my wrist. I threw up, I haven't eaten anything in two ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ days and I still couldn't stop. It felt like my stomach was trying to leave me, like it knew I was dying and it just wanted to eject and leave me to die in this tiny ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ garage.

My wrist, it's leaking a horrible fluid, that looks like melted wax, and I can't keep my bandage clean. It's swollen with a huge bulbous lump beneath the cut. It's not natural, and I can feel it. It's nothing like the flu, it's like my body is wax in a oven. Even as I write I can feel a certain kind of dementia come over my mind and I strain myself just to write.

I've been taking painkillers since last night, I don't feel anything but I don't think it's the valium. I can hear them, they are only a few houses away. I won't let them find me, I won't let them eat me. I'm taking the rest of painkillers and I'm going to fade away on my terms. They won't find me, since it won't be me

The page seems to be torn from a book.
7:00am, April 12- No activity,
8:00am, April 12- No activity,
9:00am, April 12- No activity,
9:42am, April 12- I dont usually write entries like this into the log, but my relief hasnt shown and my shift has been over for almost two hours. I cant seem to get my cell phone to make outgoing calls. Im also worried my dog is having a panic attack seeing as im usually home by now. The power station as far as i can tell is quiet but no one has arrived to check on the systems. The night staff have left and no cars but my own are in the parking lot. Im not qualified to run this power station alone. Hell im just security. Anyways i have to go find out whats going on, maybe the bridge is out. This is a major problem and if Greg hadnt broke the tv maybe id know why no one is here. I dont know if ill be back, so todays access code is 2213. i know i shouldnt just leave but someones gotta find out whats going on.

(unreadable text is smudged and wet)y
I think its just my imagination. It has to be. Im sure they didnt see us. I hope you're right. we dont have enough food to share. they seemed to be doing ok... and all the bodies.... They must have turned, no one would do that to normal people. (unreadable text is smudged with what looks like blood) This house is empty minus two turned. are we going to stay here much longer? kelly i know its hard but we'll be ok. the two upstairs are oblivious as long as we stay quiet. its just like last time. I hope you're right

@alcoholic alligators
good ♥♥♥♥, are you a writer?

I'll still take a while to add new texts. Just busy times at work, hopefully holidays will be quieter!

Originally posted by eyeballs:

@alcoholic alligators
good ♥♥♥♥, are you a writer?

No, I wish, but thank you for the nice comment!

Great idea for a mod. There was a mod a while ago, Survivor Stories with a similar goal, (journals, notes left around etc). I submitted a few stores for that one, so may be of use in this as well?

Some examples:
"Two blocks. That's all that separates me from my hiding place, and home. ♥♥♥♥, might as well be two hundred miles. The streets are crawling with zombies, and they don't appear to be in any hurry to be moving on.

I have no idea if my family, if they're safe hiding at home or...well...if they're not. I've gotta get there, I have to know, one way or another. I was on the other side of town when the world went to hell in a hand basket. It's taken me best of a week, and too many close calls for my liking, to get this far. I seen...well, let's just say I seen ♥♥♥♥ that'd turn your hair whiter than a snowman in January.

If I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna need a better weapon...and a ♥♥♥♥-load of luck. The best I've managed to find is a baseball bat - you have to hit those ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ pretty damn hard, and in the head, to do any real damage. Problem is, my bat's starting to look a little worse for wear, and last thing I want is for it to break and leave me with nothing but my bare hands, 'specially while I'm out among those things.

I found some duct tape, and managed to tape up some of the cracks starting to show in the bat, but I think I need to back-track a ways and see if I can find something better before making the last push home...

Wish me luck, and good luck to you stranger, God bless."

Another:
"The name's Jimmy, but my friends call me Jim. 'Course friends, or anyone for that matter, are a little thin on the ground nowadays, seeing as most folks are dead, or walking dead monsters trying to kill me.

Sure picked a hell of a time to quit smoking didn't I? Janie had been on my case about it for years, then a week after I go and finish my last pack, this ♥♥♥♥ happens. Christ, what I wouldn't do for a smoke right now. Problem is, there's none in the house, (don't think I haven't checked), and it's not like I can pop down to the local drugstore, not with the streets filled with those ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ out there. The Surgeon General didn't warn us about this ♥♥♥♥ now did he?

Least I still got me some beer stocked away, just a shame the powers been off for a few days now. Never did like a warm beer, but hey, beggars can't be choosers right? The water's still on, but I've been filling any containers in the house just in case. I know I'll have to go out there eventually, my tinned and dry food supplies ain't gonna last forever. Who knows, maybe I can pick up some cigarettes too, seems a good a time as any to take the habit back up again...

Jim"

One more:
"Sunday

Well, we lost Greg, the Jefferson boy today. That leaves five of us that made the run from West Point. As much as I hate losing one of our group, can’t say as I didn’t see this one coming.

I swear to Christ, that boy always was dumber than a sack full of hammers. Why the hell he didn’t just try the door of the Zippee Market, instead of smashing the damn entire front window!

I was just opening the door, unlocked of course, when the fool goes and wakes every ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead ♥♥♥♥ for miles around! We barely made it to the highway heading South toward Muldraugh. Greg wasn’t so lucky though. He cut himself up pretty bad when he smashed that window, didn’t even have the sense to use a damn brick or nothing, just figured he’d barge his way in. If the zombies hadn’t got to him first, he’d probably have bled himself to death anyways.

We’re holed up, safe for the moment, at a Gas-2-Go just outside Muldraugh. Not sure what we’re going to find there, but can’t be any ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ worse than where we’ve come from I guess. Can it?"

@Lars E. Paine - if any of the examples look suitable for your mod, or you want some more, happy to submit some more.
:)

Added a bunch of new journal pages including texts from this thread.

day-4
Dad said that the best way to deal with the fact that eventually our power will go out is to spend time doing something that you like, unfortunately for me, the whole "zombies walking around devouring people" has kinda put a damper on my creativity for now. Dad said that he's worried about food but its only the two of us and the boxes are freaking huge. We'll be fine.
Day-7
I hate the fact that I wrote that. They must've been watching us. They ran off, bags full of our things. Dad... I'm sorry that I couldn't stop them. I'm sorry that I couldn't put out the fire. I'm sorry I came back late from scavenging.
Day-9
So hungry.can't leave the new house. Dead everywhere.
Day-14
Someone messed up. Loud alarm in the distance, Dead are smashing their broken bodies against the house trying to get to it. If you find this, take one out for Casey.

(I hope you like it Lars E. Paine and I hope that you can use it or twek it to use it.)

Riverside was a dead town, just like I expected. What I didn't expect was the river dumping new dead every day onto the shores of this little hell hole. I have a car, I just don't have enough gas to make it out of here. Going to have to scavenge cars for more fuel if I can find any, or somehow get to the gas station unnoticed.

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Gas station was bust. NOW OVERRUN due to some idjit in a helicopter that drew them to me. I fled way way east as the sun went down. Helicopter seems to have landed somewhere near the river. I didn't get a good look. No way I'm going over there to check, the crew would have been swamped if they stayed to attempt rescue.

Now I'm in a parking lot in the dark surrounded by a few infected groups over yonder that haven't noticed me hiding behind these trash bins. I was terrified when they chased me here, now I'm struggling to stay awake. I hope the sun comes up soon. It's dangerous to run in the dark.

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Well, I made it out. When a large group to the south decided to chase a cat towards my position I had just one option: Make for the nearest building and hide in it. The dilapidated community complex I stepped into was my safe haven for an hour or two, but as the time passed, more and more of them broke in to the surrounding offices and began to wander the halls.

When a few finally noticed me crouching in a corner with my flashlight I fought for as long as I could, then fled through the same door I came in through. Luckily the cat-chasers had all passed safely. I then made my way here.

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I've mostly cleared the neighborhood to the east of my first safehouse, thanks to the presence of many fences, and a distraction I made to the northwest with my trusted shotgun. Unfortunately there were too many infected for me to get at the supplies in my old safehouse south of the gas station.

I'm starting think that helicopter wasn't a rescue team. Maybe it's just like the guy on the radio said before it all went silent. Maybe it's from a bunker, home to whichever group caused this mess. One that's now trying to capture me to get my immunity to it's airborne strain. I saw it parked along the river on the way back here. It was empty. They were just gone...

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*The pages are smeared with blood*. ..t me. They were waiting, and they shot me through the window. I don't know what's going to happen. I'm having trouble staying awake. Whatever you do, don't ever let them see you, keep your head down, keep m- *The pen sharply drops off the paper in a straight line*

This cold is getting worse, I should've done what me mum told me all those years ago, 'stay outta the rain or you'll get a cold!' I should've listened. I'm gonna die, and it's not even from those damn things. Or maybe I'm infected... I'll never know until it's too late.

Delta-4 Resistance Entry Log 200:This is.... [Random rank] [Random name].... of Company 55th. Comissionar Troy's unit...
i have been bitten by one of those Undead ♥♥♥♥♥- If anyone reads this- please Make sure the comissionar is safe- and god help the last of the Delta-4 resistance- *the rest of the entry is covered in blood,*

Journal:

Marlin Quinn, last log.
Out of all my time serving for years I don't think I have ever seen anything like this... the bodies on the road... the shambling people chasing other people. Even the ones who haven't turned were just as barbaric as the ones whom had. But now it is about a week in... I think. Everything has died down... literally. Now it's just those things walking outside quietly. They look so peaceful and quiet that it's freaking me out. I ain't got family and any friends I had are probably dead out there so I am gonna make this short because I don't think nobody is gonna find this. I think humanity is dead and I just haven't got sick yet. But I will and I know at one point my time will be up. I killed some of those things trying to get in my house. I have enough guns and ammo to kill hundreds of em but I ain't gonna go out like that. I have a feeling there is some other poor ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ out there hiding in his house too and if I start firing my guns them things are gonna come from miles around. So if you see this I have taken my favorite knife and have killed at least ten and I am probably one of them now. I ain't a coward and I sure as well ain't gonna go out the easy way either. If you find this or my corpse I wish you luck you brave bastard.