I remember it vividly, the NBA All-Star game was held in Salt Lake City and I remember saying “Who would EVER want to live there?” Well, now the zombie hordes have taken over the Eastern Seaboard and the military has designated Salt Lake City, Utah as an official safe zone. We’re all supposed to retreat there by any means necessary; well I refuse, I’m a man of my priciples.
"I don’t draft grave dwellers," Bennie said, with a fist pound on the wooden table to drive home the point. "They’re old, they’re disoriented, and even when you find one worth a damn, he loses a limb every third hit." Bennie selected Jacobs instead — as a protest to his grave-born teammates — because Jacobs, like Bennie, had been made undead through a bite, the way God had intended.
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I went out for supplies yesterday, I was afraid, but I had no choice. I was nearly overrun, bit and now I know I’m infected. It’s all over for me, I sent one last data packet out, and then held my gun to my temple.
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Andrea never really believed in all the stories. Vampires; Zombies; Werewolves; it all seemed like bullshit to her. That was until the zombie apocalypse and now all of the tales seemed to come true before her eyes.
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The information gatherers, those people like myself who had the means and the will to find out the state of the world and report it, decided on a new mission. We needed to determine the best “safe zones”, the areas free from the plague and the hordes. Then we needed to come up with rules and methods to run these little societies, scary to think I’d be helping control the human populations future.
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A violent group of the hordes were pounding on my door, I just barely had enough time to send off my report before the first one broke through.
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I realized I was by far the most prolific journalist left, at least for English speakers. I had to teach a few others how to hack into government and civilian computer systems, the ones that had the information the world needed. Soon, my old life had completely faded, I was only known as Oracle.
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Three days ago, I had to kill a man. I tried to help him at first, to share a little of my food and give him directions to possible shelters. Once he saw how good my supplies were, he wanted them for himself and I couldn’t allow that.
He wasn’t prepared for this, no one could be. When he first started running he thought there would be a place he could get to and hide from the zombie horde, but everywhere he went more and more of them found him and joined the chase. 50 miles after he first ran from the city he knew eventually he’d run out of energy and then they’d be on him.
"In other news, a man was arrested today for the cannibalistic murder that has some speculating about zombies, " Pat heard the news reporter and opened his safe. Counting the weapons he knew they wouldn’t be enough when the moment came.