Day Two

2011-04-30T20:45:00.000-07:00

I could yammer on about the past all day. The hoards of people rioting, killing, murdering, raping... and worse... I've seen things that I'd seen online on snuff sites or really twisted porn sites when my curiosity was allowed to wander but that was child's play.

There were people who actually believed eating those who were immune would allow them to take that immunity into themselves? I mean yeah this was after almost all of New York was dead maybe.. a week out? I watched from outside my window eating through my fridge stock as soon as possible because the power had gone out a couple days ago. Some of it was getting really rank so I had to pick and choose. At night I would throw out the rotting and refuse.. I had a couple people knock on the door and a couple more knock something against it in an attempt to break in.

Thank god for New York paranoia and two solid deadbolts on a metal frame and door. I'd just sit there and stay quiet with my pistol in my hand.. not that I knew how to use it very well. I only fired it on two or three occasions at the gun range with an old buddy of mine a few years back but hadn't really felt the thrill he felt so it stayed locked up under the bed.

I figured worst came to worst I could always just point, click and hope.

No one ever got in.

Once a week had past the streets were pretty quiet except for the sound of birds outside I had tried to figure out how much food I had in total and how long it would last me. I figured maybe about 2 weeks if I stretched it out. I was in no way in shape and felt actually thankful for the girth I had... I've passed a few mirrors since then, even the house I'm in now where I found the laptop in this room the vanity mirror a stranger stares back at me.

I really need a shave.

Enough about the past, lets talk about where I am now.

I've been heading west, and in the past.. month? two? Whatever I haven't seen a living person at all in a long time. For some reason heading west seemed like the best bet and there were cars and fuel a plenty. I was driving an RV for a while, a sweet rig that even had a hot tub. As if anyone would need a hot tub in a moving vehicle. Man I was so stupid back when I started. Never thinking of the usefulness to weight ratio or calculating how long something would last me. It was like walking into the mall of America and being told you could take anything you could carry.

I just wasn't thinking logically.

I eventually ditched that for a small SUV that apparently had a second fuel tank installed in it. Loaded up with essential supplies only and then stuffed that with about as many spare fuel cans that I could pack in. It made everything smell like gas but to be honest.. feeling light headed and slightly buzzed took my mind off other things. That and it was summer.. I could ride with the windows down.

I felt stupid at first but driving between South Dakota and Oregon it sure as shit paid off.

That's where I'm at now. A small town.. I think it's a city but it feels too small and rural to call it that.

Bend Oregon. It's beautiful, population is spread out enough that the smell of bodies and rotting flesh isn't constantly in my nose. I had to bury the previous owners of the house. They had three cats that had eaten through a large amount of the flesh but stopped it seemed when it became too rancid. The guy who lived here must of known something was going to happen... three big bags of catfood were sitting in the kitchen cut open and by the time I got here they were empty and in tatters.

I try not to think about the people I see. I try not to piece together their lives too much... but... This guy cared so much about these cats to go through that trouble.. I'm not sure if he knew the cats would be feasting on him but maybe he did.

Anyway these past two days I've been here I've been feeding the cats. I'd eaten one them before when I couldn't catch or kill anything else. Honestly not that bad but it just felt so wrong. I think I'll take care of them while I'm here.

Shit the sun falls so suddenly here. I have to go to bed.

More to come.

New Find

2011-04-29T21:47:00.000-07:00

I have to start keeping track of time. I cannot pretend to know how long it has been since the world...stopped?

No that isn't fair. The world still turns, seasons come and go, and life certainly still thrives as seen by the increase in wild life both placid and..not so placid.

I don't know how it happened to be honest but one day people just started to drop. There was a lot of spin in the beginning, a lot of theories and more "specialists" and "experts" each with an explanation more crackpot and conspiracy theory-esque than the last. It was unreal, watching through the news or lurking forums and websites it seemed so surreal. Sort of like it wasn't really happening to us, to the world. It some how put a barrier between me and it. There wasn't a name for it. It was too fast and I think names only come after to explain what something was. Sort of like the first person seeing a bear. He didn't see it and immediately think, "what is this?" Naming comes later to explain what someone saw to give it a label. I guess I could name it but why bother there's no one to tell it to so I suppose just calling it, "it" is good enough.

There were no symptoms, there was no sickness or visible pain when it happened. The first case I noticed was three days after it was on the news. I was living in a small apartment in Queens out in New York, a small neighborhood called Astoria. You'd think a place like New York would be the first with any disease or plague or virus whatever the hell "it" was. I honestly don't know I'm no doctor so I don't know how it worked but I knew it killed silently. I was getting off the train the "last stop" at the Ditmars station when I noticed a huge crowd of people in the middle of the street, some were fleeing running as fast as they could in either direction from the crowd but other people just stood there staring in awe as if they were untouchable to..whatever it was. I just walked past, and into the local grocery store. I honestly couldn't believe places were still opened like this. People seemed to think if they clung to their normal lives this would all pass. Denial was aboud to say the least.

I'd like to say I'm smarter than the average person but if I am it isn't by much. I grabbed dried cereal, dried fruits and nuts... I tried to focus on things that could survive without refrigeration a 'just in case' precaution.

I went home, I logged online looked at some pornography, some big breasted no named bimbo.... I did my business and went to sleep. I could hear gunshots and screams through the night but tried not to focus on it, I figured if I had the lights out, the A/C off and everything locked it would be best to try to lay low be quite. If I'm in the panic I'd get trampled this was a bad dream and I knew when I woke up everything would be normal again.

Not normal I thought, not normal at all. I knew something was wrong when I first woke up to dead silence. I got up, put on my clothes tied my shoes and opened my door.

That was the first dead person I had ever seen. She looked normal in every way imaginable except she wasn't moving, she was not breathing. She was the first as I stepped outside onto the street that's when the full shock hit me. Death everywhere, maybe half of it blood soaked slash and burn ridden bodies. I guess when people thought no time was left there was no point in restraint.

This was... again I don't remember... maybe 3 or 4 months ago? Maybe it was years... or even weeks. That's one of the reasons I gleaned this laptop. I need a way to keep track, to keep sanity... if anyone or anything in the future finds this and can read this you can just disregard it. Merely the ramblings of a man who has lost touch.

Now the sun is going down, and I need to sleep. More to come soon.

Surviving Eden

Day Two

New Find