I'm back. The zombie horde made it quite difficult, but I managed to hook up my portable solar panel and find and abandoned building with enough supplies stocked to keep me safe for a bit. Well, until the horde smells me again, anyway.
You learn quickly in the apocalypse that there really isn't any where that you can claim to be 'safe', unless it's in the ground with a bullet in your brain pan. But with the life I lived? Nah. I'm not taking that chance. With my luck God will hold me accountable for all the zombies I have been taking out in my travels just to draw another breath. For all I know, I'm condemned to an eternity of those I've shot giving my proctology exams with pitchforks for eternity. Yeah. I'll pass and take my chances among the few remaining living.
We used to measure life by calenders and growth of our children, seasons, all sorts of things. Now we go by sunsets and stopwatches.
One moment you're leaning against a wall eating a stale, long out of date granola bar that tastes like old cardboard, then suddenly the creepers come around the corner, having smelled you or heard you crunching on the granola, (whoever decided granola was a food group should be sterilized by a blender, but I digress), and you're suddenly running.
You learn early on, if you lived past the initial outbreak, that the zombies travel in packs. Not two or three zombies at a time, either. The smallest groups I've seen yet are dozens, and those are the little ones. They're usually followed by the rest, which are hundreds of zombies strong. They're the new tide. Relentless, always moving, and pretty much unstoppable.
You'll learn a lot of important lessons if you made it this far. First one? The zombies aren't the worst thing out there. It's your fellow man.
They'll shoot you for a flashlight. Hell, they'll kill you just to get a pair of shoe strings, or for no reason other than that you draw a pulse.
We are still our own worse enemy, it seems. Famine, pestilence, death...whatever we've faced, it always comes back down to the same thing. No matter our foe, we'll always find a way to fuck each other over in the long run.
Bunch of stupid hairless apes.
Anyway, thank you NASA for a shit ton of satellites in the sky. Those bad boys allow those of us who have portable solar units and hand cranks to stay in some semblance of communication.
We still use Google to blog from, as we have had to streamline our locations. Once we found a website that was still up and running, we had to hasten to it.
I'll be back to blog more. Right now I need rest. It's been days since I had a break from the heat and the horde, as well as people chasing me from here to hell and back again for my shit.
I don't' want to admit how many people I've left lying dead who used to have a pulse.
There's a journal out there now. It's just starting, but the word on the street is, it will possess a lot of useful information as time goes on. Save yourselves my friends. Be prepared. I'll come back and provide more information as time goes on to help you survive as well. See you tomorrow...God willing.
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If you're one of the lucky bastards that has a digital reader you can go here:
http://www.amazon.com/HEL-Godsmacked-Book-ebook/dp/B00LXS3NUW
