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June 1, 2013
Journals of the Fall, pt. 2
Today brings several more days of journals, and in addition, the beginning of JuNoWriMo 2013. This means way more updates and longer stories each day as I once again try to reach the goal of 50,000 words in one month. Wish me luck!
8th Day after the Fall
People are getting kind of cranky today. We spent the whole day crammed in the truck, only a couple of breaks to stretch and relieve ourselves, and that was maybe 5 minutes at best.
Toward the end of the day, someone really freaked out, started...
May 29, 2013
Journals of the Fall, pt. 1
Journals of the Fall is a new series of no planned particular length. Little Things really put me in more of a zombie mood and this should give me a wonderful excuse to explore some ideas I have about them in more detail. This will probably become the basis of my JuNoWriMo project as well.
Year 56 Post-Fall
West Huron Reclamation Base
For General Distribution
The following records include collected diaries and journals of the time immediately following the Fall. These include transcriptions of au...
May 26, 2013
Little Things, pt. 5
And here we end our little tale of the zombie apocalypse. Thanks for reading!
The going was faster with the improved light, and they soon left the lake behind them. Jake grimaced as a dull pain spread out from where he’d gashed himself. “Hey,” he said a short time later. “We got anythin’ left in the pack? This ain’t stopped bleedin’ yet.”
Oliver gave him a pained look. “Might be somethin’. If we press on, we can be there soon.”
“Yeah, and we’ll be trailin’ a line of the dead right behind us. Eve...
May 24, 2013
Little Things, pt. 4
They picked their way slowly through the ruin of the road until it was Jake’s turn to nearly open himself on the rusted remains of some metal structure. He hissed in pain as it scratched—but didn’t cut—him, and he stumbled, only barely keeping his feet.
“I’m tellin’ you, we need to open up the light,” Oliver growled. “If we keep it off, we’ll draw ‘em just as surely by sound anyway. We’re gonna get cut—”
“Aw hell,” Jake panted. Something had broken the skin. “I jus’ did. Fine, open it. Just as...
May 15, 2013
Little Things, pt. 3
His mind raced. The smell of the blood would draw the dead as quickly as the mosquitoes, and the dead were more tenacious by far. “Let’s move out, quick!” he whispered. “They’re not far, they’ll smell this and be on us.”
He cringed even as he said it; he didn’t know exactly what he’d cut himself on. Taking care of the wound was their second priority. Leaving it any longer than absolutely necessary was as certain a death sentence as being caught by the dead. If they didn’t track them down by it...
May 14, 2013
Little Things, pt. 2
“Damned ‘squitos are worse than the dead,” he muttered.
“Just deal. At least all they want’s a little blood.”
They kept to the road, picking their way across the broken surface. They hadn’t been maintained since the fall of civilization a decade before, and it showed; so many plants had pushed their way up through the asphalt that calling it a ‘road’ was little more than being polite. Some of the sprouted trees were surprisingly mature.
The only sounds they heard were their own footsteps, occasi...
May 12, 2013
Little Things
“Ow! You little bugger!” Jake slapped the mosquito from his arm with several choice curses and nearly broke his leg tripping over debris on the road. A long string of curses filled the air.
“Jake, shut up! You wanna bring ‘em all down on us? We barely escaped the last bunch.”
He forced the anger down deep within, favoring his left leg and trying to ignore the rising itch on his arm. They were right. They were far from the nearest enclave, but that was no guarantee of safety. The dead never tire...
April 10, 2013
Bringer of the Fall, pt. 7
He forced his legs to carry on as long as he could. The sound of an engine tore through the air behind him as he ran, accompanied by a rhythmic pounding that echoed his footsteps. Before he had a chance to wonder what that meant, he was tackled from behind and his mind exploded into a brilliant spray of color before darkness took him.
April 8, 2013
Bringer of the Fall, pt. 6
His face blanched pale as he watched the smoke rise. That had to be a coincidence, some part of his mind tried to tell him. It didn’t shut up until the squealing of tires told him that his escape had been noticed. He flat out ran, no destination in mind other than “away from here.”
Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Breathing hard, wheezing. His lifestyle had left him ill-equipped to deal with this. He found himself wishing between breaths that he’d gone to the gym a few more times. Or at all.
H...
April 3, 2013
Bringer of the Fall, pt. 5
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The late morning sun shone wanly over the campus as he made his way to the lecture hall. He had to take a longer route than usual due to campus construction.
Ralph was still muzzy-headed from a fatigue that even a second coffee hadn’t been able to dispell. Ironically, this saved his life. He stumbled over a curb and fell to the pavement; had he continued walking, the enormous, heavy iron girders that fell from the building above him would have smashed him to paste when they landed with a dea...
