Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Attacked but alive.

He-he-tried to kill me! Mitch attacked me! He was there on the couch under some blankets. He was so sick he could hardly move. He had just been getting worse since I let him in. He was there. Barely breathing--then he stopped breathing. He was dead. I checked. Breathing, pulse, he was dead. I covered him with the blankets. I turned to go to the bedroom for some rope to tie the blanket around him so I could carry him out. When I got back in the living room he sat up! Bolt upright! He looked at me with the same cold glossy eyes I've seen on the others...on Nick... Then he leaped to his feet and charged at me! He was trying with everything e had to bite me. He was so fast-not like Nick or Mr. Wong or any of the others I've seen. He was as fast as any normal person. I was able to catch his biting mouth with the rope I had between my hands. I swung him down to the floor and rushed passed him. I grabbed his rifle that was standing in the corner and turned back just in time to fire a shot into his head. He dropped to the floor. He was so fast-he was dead-how can that be? I was in shock. I almost didn't get the fire out before it got out of control. Mitch-that thing that used to be Mitch-was so close to the gun when it went off that his shirt and hair caught on fire. I had to pull the boards off one of my windows to clear the smoke. I can't deny it or explain it any other way any more. Mitch was dead. He wasn't breathing-no heart beat-nothing. Then he was back. "It" came back and it tried to kill me. There is no other name for them...Zombies. The dead walk the earth.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

I'm making progress with the soldier. PFC Mitchell. "Call me Mitch." I convinced him to at least show me how to use his weapons so if something gets in we can both fight. He is not looking well. I still haven't gotten a good look at his wound. What really disturbs me though is what he's telling me about what's going on. He is saying--I can't even wrap my head around it-- He's claims-or rather the military claims-these people that are affected are--zombies. Yeah. I don't know. It seems unreal but-- I've seen soldiers shoot them multiple times to no effect until someone zeroed in on the head. It can't be real. What caused it? Why here? If it is what he says...God help us.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Sorry this post has been so long coming. The banging on my door turned out to be a soldier! His patrol was attacked by a horde of these things and he was the only one who made it out (so he says). He was injured on the arm. He won't let me see the wound but I will try to grab a picture of it when he's asleep. I am also writing this from the bathroom. I can't let him know I have a line of communication out. I don't know what he'll do. He's armed and seems very unstable. I am trying to get him to surrender at least his side arm to me. No luck yet. He still seem fatigued from his encounter. I will keep you posted on the situation. Stay inside--and try to arm yourself just in case something gets in.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

They just announced on the bull horn that individuals should not harbor the sick or the dead. What the hell is that? You shouldn't take care of people in need?! This has to be

THERE WAS JUST A POUNDING ON MY DOOR! Bakc soon

Monday, June 14, 2010

Pictures and encounters.

I can't believe--it was crazy--it was horrible. I went out in search of a camera. I just thought I would sneak in to some near-by store. I was on my way when I passed Nick's apartment. The door had been kicked in. Forcefully. I went in just to see if he was alright. I couldn't find anyone inside. I found blood--blood and bullet holes. Nick-- I had to compose myself and get out of there. I remembered as on the way out that Nick was a bit of a photographer. I made a quick sweep of the office and found his camera bag then I headed to the door. Nick was there. He turned towards me. All I could look at were his eyes--oh god--they were blank. There was nothing in them--no soul. He started towards me. I tried to talk to him. He wouldn't stop his plodding approach. His skin was a sick gray...he wouldn't respond to me calling his name. He made a clumsy grab at me and--I can't believe I'm saying this--he tried to take a bite of my arm. I'm sorry Nick. I pushed him off and swung the camera bag with all the strength I had in me. It hit with such force it caved in the side of his head. I ran. I made it back to my apartment. I'm alive--Nick--Nick's... I had no choice. I had to... I made it back inside. The camera didn't make it. It had smashed in the impact. I was able to find a cable in the bag though that allowed me to run some pictures from my phone onto the page. He's a soldier I saw just outside my apartment buildings laundry room.




The encounter with Nick--that thing was not Nick--whatever it was was horrible. It was--I can't even explain it to you. Just stay inside and I will try to get more info to you. Keep checking my posts.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Escalating.

I've made it out two more times since my last post. The patrols have been stepped up---and so has the gunfire. I don't know what to think. On my last trip out I saw Mr. Wong, a neighbor. A friend. They shot him. Those bastards shot him! He looked like the others I've seen them shoot. Pale and unresponsive. He was my friend. I had the man over for dinner not two weeks ago. Now he's gone. I'm not sure it was him any more though. Those vacant eyes... Last night they got on a bull horn and issued a warning. They said anyone seen on the street is subject to termination. How can they do that? What is going on here? I have to try and get some sort of digital camera or camcorder to get pictures up so you can see what is happening. They are claiming that they will bring food and to all the residents. I have not seen any evidence of this yet. There was pounding on my boarded windows last night. It continued until I heard gunfire then it subsided. This morning there was a bullet hole in one of the boards. My confidence in the governments ability to protect me is rapidly depleting. That's all I have right now. Hopefully I will be able to show some images soon. I will try for a camera and some food under the cover of darkness tonight.

Monday, June 7, 2010

It took a few days for the patrols to lighten up around my apartment so that I could get out. At about midnight last night I slipped out. I didn't make it far before I spotted one of the patrols. It was just like I said before. Men, soldiers by the way they carried themselves, in HAZ-MAT suits carrying M4 rifles. They appeared to be watching an alleyway. It didn't take long to find out why. A man about mid-thirties I would guess came out of the alley. He looked bad; sickly and pale and his eyes were...blank. The soldiers told him to stop. His only response was to moan and begin a clumsy charge. They opened fire, the soldiers. They shot him multiple times. He seemed unaffected by it. It didn't even slow him down. He grabbed the nearest soldier. He seemed to be trying to, I don't know, bite the soldier... The second soldier raised his gun and at point blank range fired one round through the man's head. The man died. He was dead then. It was the only shot that seemed to have any effect. It was so...there was so much blood...but it didn't seem to flow from his body. It wasn't like normal blood. It almost looked gelled or coagulated. I didn't stick around after that. I bolted back to my apartment. I have been trying to figure out what happened; what I should write. It was horrible. Whatever is going on here it is not what they are telling you on TV. It is not a chemical spill or toxic leak. It is an attack...a virus...a phenomenon. I don't know what it is yet but I will find out.

Friday, June 4, 2010

It is happening.

If anyone can read this I am writing to inform you that something is happening in LA. The government has quarantined my neighborhood. I am not sure what is happening yet. There appears to be a hostile and possibly contagious happening here. The government technicians are all in HAZ-MAT suits and are not seen anywhere without a firearm. What I do know is that we are being forced to remain in our homes and are advised to board up any windows and lock all doors. The news is saying it's a toxic spill of some kind but I'm not buying it. Do they really need to shoot the toxic waste into submission? I don't think so. The government guerrillas seemed to have cut off communication fairly effectively. I tried posting on FaceBook and tried calling but nothing seems to be making it out. I am using an illegal connection I made and a new computer to create this blog in hopes it will slip by them. They don't want to tell people what's going on here but I am going to find out.