Sunday, July 31, 2011


Sunday 6th of March 2011 3AM

So you’re probably wondering what I decided to do... Well let’s just say I still don’t have a gun. The only good news is I’m out of the city. But for that good news, I have 2 parts bad news. The first, I have never been this far north before so I have no idea where I’ am anymore, and the second? Well, let me explain that.

While I was in the vent, I had decided I would go for the gun. So I ventured further back into the vent, in hopes of luring the freaks away from the sports section. After stumbling around in the near dark for what seemed like hours, I found I was a little further down into the shop. This time I didn’t hesitate to make noise, I kicked the mesh as hard as I could, and it came crashing down with a loud bang. The growling and snarling of the freaks told me that they had definitely heard the noise.

I climbed back into the vent and made my way back to the sporting section. I jumped back down, but with caution. I grabbed my shotgun and started making my way towards the front door. I was walking down the stairs when something suddenly grabbed my leg, I fell over the last few steps and hit the ground. I was in pain but I still managed to get up quickly. I scanned around the room and I couldn’t see a thing! But there in corner of the staircase hiding in the dark was one of the freaks. This one was missing both its legs. It was kind of just lying there in a puddle of its own gore. I pulled out my machete and made quick work of it. I started running towards the door because I was certain the freaks had heard me crashing into the ground. I had nearly reached the door when I noticed there were 3 of them standing around near the door. “Great” I thought, this was all I needed. By now the other freaks had started coming down the stairs so I was out of options, I pulled the shotgun out and quickly loaded it. I shot the first freak fair in the face. The other 2 charged at me. I hit the closest one with the butt of the shotgun and it went down, the second quickly succumbed to a quick chop of the machete. I ran to the door and managed to get it unlocked, but I was too late! The freaks had reached me, and once again I was fighting for my life!

I struggled not to get bitten or scratched again, I survived the crawling creature but I didn’t want to test my luck on a bite from the freaks. The door was partially open and I just squeezed through, but one of them had my leg, I pulled hard hoping not to get scratched. I would rather deal with a broken leg, than a bite or scratch mark. My leg broke free at the cost of my boot, god dammit of all things to lose. It gets better, not only did I lose my shoe, but as started running I did a quick glance back, and I noticed one of the freaks holding something. Great! I lost my shotgun too.

As I walk down a dark empty highway I pray it gets a little better for me tomorrow...

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