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It's the end of the world.
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12th-Nov-2007 08:31 pm
I don't know how long it's been and I don't even know where I am.

I remember traveling through PA, I remember airstrikes, I remember a woman wearing nothing but a pari of cut off shorts blowing her head off with a shotgun.

Then things got weird and everything is a blur of purple and grey.

I woke up about two weeks ago in this shelter. Alone and in the dark except for a shelf full of candles and a box of blue tips.

I went outside breifly and saw the sun was still shining, but the smell of the world seems. . . off. The night-time noises aren't too reassuring, either. The scraping, the moaning, the screaming. . . It inhibits sleep.

So I've been holed up in the shelter without electricity, on a small bunk, a worthless computer that won't work for more than ten minutes at a time, and a closet of dwindling supplies.

Today, miracle of miracles, the lights came on, the computer whirred to life, and for some reason I was connected to a network. An old network, but a network nonetheless. First thing I did was check to see how everyone else is doing. Pretty bleak. Some hope, but pretty bleak.

I have no idea where I am and I need help.
13th-Nov-2007 10:48 am (UTC)
Ok... I tried geo-tracing your IP, but it's too large a block of numbers to do more than give an approximate location... and at that I'm not even sure it's accurate since you seem to be logged onto an old mil-tech network, and they sometimes work though proxies.

Since I can't even guess what you remember or don't, here's a summery of basic events:

1] An infection has wiped out most of the worlds population, around 80-90% in most places.
2] Those infected have become actual, honest-to-goodness zombies. Yeah, the real deal, shambling undead sort. [with some variation].
3] The good news, they can be killed. A head-shot, decapitation or enough blunt force trauma to the brain stops them permanently.
4] The military boys tried to destroy the shambling hordes with air-strikes, with little success really. These have cause widespread civilian casualties... i.e more zombies.
5] However, there are other survivors, and places where it's fairly secure. I'm in charge of the UK resistance, and while we've scored some big successes, and over all we're ok, the fight isn't over here. We kinda thought it was, but we forgot that being dead zombies can just walk across the sea underwater...now we're being invaded from Europe. There are pockets of resistance scattered through-out America however.

Things you need to know.
Z's on the whole can't move fast, some can but they're fairly rare...but they don't rest and can track you quite well. This means you either have to have a secure location that's well stocked [they will go away eventually if they can't get in], or you need to keep moving.

You can be infected by this 'disease' by being bitten, scratched, or in rare cases, getting matter from a Zombie into an open wound. So, you don't want to get too close to them...and you want to wear either plenty of layers or body armor if you can get it. A good solid set of reinforced bike leathers and full-face helmet is probably the best protection you'll find.

You need weapons. Guns have the advantage of range, but run out of ammo, a sword or an axe is probably better long-term, a fire-axe is about best.

It's been months, most of the shops will have been looted already. Aim for warehouses, failing that farm houses usually have supplies of canned goods, fuel for ATV's / trucks/ whatever.

Avoid urban areas if you can... the survivors are as bad as the Z's. Anyone that's still alive is a twitchy paranoid nut by now, be careful.

Good luck.
26th-Nov-2007 01:56 am (UTC)
I encountered plenty of the Z's a while back, before I started trekking across PA.

I think the thing the freaks me out the most is the silence.

I was heading for Philadelphia. I know I didn't get there. I am in Breezewood, PA. Lot of inns and motels and hotels here. During some day jaunts, I made it to some places and foraged for a bit of food. The first two day trips I barely made it back to my underground hole. I did a little research on where I am and it seems to be an abandoned underground silo. Found some neat stuff, but the only weapon is an old Beretta and a box of ammo. Haven't had to use it yet.

I'm almost done gathering supplies. Once I'm ready, I'm heading for Philly. Maybe I'll find another living human not off the reservation.
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