Last Man Standing

Pin Head Voodoo
Voodoo We Don't Understand

Chillun, there be much more. Now we be heading to the City that Care Forgot. Fat City. GNO. N’awlins.
That is right, we are going to be going to New Orleans. The chillun’ we were traveling with are safe, and it is time we be goin’…No gumbo ya-ya… Mama is talkin’
Back to “American”- We are safe, the children are safe. We are leaving Amber in charge. With the Crazy Uncle still around, we all think it is best.
I will not bore you with an incident that hammered his craziness down solid- let us just say that even his workers had a few screws loose. The fact that E2 somehow did not kill him is still amazing to me.
We then decided to try and get rid of the burr in our collective butt- Pin Head. Unfortunately, he is a little chicken livered ….. ok, talking to little ones, so lets just label him as King Jerk. He let us believe he was at a Wegmans, and through some sort of voodoo magic, got the drop on us. We still prevailed- Mary Jo drove the armored into the mall- she and Little John took on the lower floor, and then went up behind me and E2. We expected an army- we got 3… yet they injured us. Lordy be, we were cursed.
We have decided we are safer where voodoo hit the states, rather than deal with this unknown voodoo that makes no sense- Pin Head voodoo- we should have known with pins in his name that voodoo magic would be involved.

Journal Entry by April on September 25th, 2015.

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Farmers Market

Mama,
I tell ya what. I am going to go plum crazy like the rest of the world if I do not find a sane person that is outside our group. Today we made a plan to go to New Orleans (Yea I know that you hate the place, Pa on the account that your prejudice, but you’re just going to have to get used to the fact that I don’t find the place that bad). At any rate, We made a plan and route for where we were going, however we had a problem, the King Pin. What do we do with him?

There was a fella that came to the farm (I heard that he was a farm-hand named… uh I forgot). At any rate this numb nut decides to talk trash to one of the ladies of our group and our resident tough guy punches him. I am pretty sure that it broke ribs because of that nose bleed he got. The guy doesn’t get the hint and keeps it up. Another fist misses and hits the barn; broke a hole. Guy still is a dick. Get hit one more time and should of passed out from such a hit but finally get the hint and apologies. Something is up with that guy. I hope that I never see him again.

After coordinating and thinking it though we thought that the tyrant needs to be knocked down a notched or two. We found a department store that some of his lackeys were roosting in and stormed the place. There was a little planning (perhaps too little) and after we found that there was guys on the roof we raced for the door and the doorman was caught unprepared. I was stuck in the jeep still when the guys stormed the place but was able to get in when I hit the gas to the door, then the brakes, screeched to a halt and jumped out leaving the van running.

When I got inside I found one guy that had already taken it in the leg. Knowing of the guys on the roof I demanded that the guy surrender and call for a surrender. He, in his pain refused (dumb smuch) and got a shot in the other leg that he had that was healthy. Should of figured that it’d kill’m. By the time that I was ready to help the guys upstairs on the roof the matter was over and we were on our way. We found out some details from the guys that surrendered on the roof and we are heading there now. That Pin Head fella is got to have more resource then he is letting on. Three guys guarding a store I figure was a bate trap.

Time will tell.

Journal Entry by Little John on September 25nd, 2015 Picture by Goku and Trunks.

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Society Lost
Crazy Phil

Mama,

Its already starting, people are losing their ever loving minds. I thought that once we were out’a town we’d see less and less of the crazy shit (sorry mamma for my tongue). The country side was nice to see and I had thought that for a moment that we’d see the more sane.

On our way out of town we were watched by a urban tribe that looked like they were as sharp as daddy but twice as crazy. They even told us by radio that they wanted our armored car. I fear that our rejection of their proposal is going to bit us in the… uh… rear. Sorry mamma, Aprils excitement is contagious.

When we got to this Uncle’s house it seemed like all was well but Phil (thats Ethens uncle’s name), was not all there and he had locked all of his undead friends in the barn. I am just glad that we found out while it was still light out. He had 11 bodies of those ‘zeds’ (as E-Square likes to call them) in there. Nearly a dozen! And they is meaner then a rabid dog hopped up on speed. You remember cousin Lawrence when he was hopped up on drugs. He was fast twitchy and crazy. Well save for the twitching, that’s what these… uh… things were.

I am still getting used to using a dog in combat. Rufus gets nervous when we attack the undead but I am working on him so that we get better and better. Our last fight though was painful one of those ‘zeds’ got me and Rufus. Nearly tore my arm off and bit a big chunk out of Rufus’ hip. It hurts like you cannot believe.

April plans on doing some crazy experiments with those corpses with me as an assistant. I told you being a vet was going to pay off and now I am working to save my part of the world. I do not know when I will see you again and I do not know why I even keep a record (perhaps to tell the secret of winning this war) but until we get a cure for being undead I think that I will keep writing.

I fear that we have touched on the surface of what is going on.

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Another One Drives the Bus... and Uncle Phil's place

Hello everyone in the audience, its Apachai!!

Welcome to Apachai’s journal!!!! Apachai normally just does all the fighting, but today you all get to see another side of Apachai that even Apachai didn’t know was there. So I’m gonna tell you a little story about what Apachai did today!!!!!!!

So Apachai got to drive the bus again today!!!!!!!! And we started to head towards the farm. And Apachai go to drive the bus again!! With Amber and the two brothers. We left the armored car place and Mama had a very good idea. Mama is such a nice lady!! Apachai likes Mama. She left a warning for other people so they could use our safe spot after we left!! Mama is such a nice lady!!! So Apachai go to drive the bus some more cuz everyone thinks Apachai is the best bus driver!

During our travels (while Apachai was driving the bus of course) we ran into a few zombies. or zeds. or something. Apachai doesn’t know what they are anymore. There were some around the gas station we stopped at. And of course everyone did a REEEAAAALLY good job at killing them!!!! Apachai was so proud. We also saw a bird watcher!! Mama and E Squared and Little John didn’t seem to like him very much. And we even got to hear him on the radio talking to his boss Mr. Pin. The guys didn’t like Mr. Pin either. Oh well, I guess you can’t be friends with everyone, but Apachai would like to try!! If you read this Mr. Pin, I hope you have a good time in your “territory”!!!! Let Apachai know if you want me to come and visit ok???

Our last stop was to visit Uncle Phil. Apachai drove all the way there on the bus! Uncle Phill was kind of a scary guy. I think there is something wrong with him cuz he wants to be friends with the zombie zed things. He even had some locked in his barn… I won’t ask him what he was gonna do with those. Anyway we went in there to go kill them cuz they are bad. They were tough, but we won!!! Uncle Phill got really sad afterwards so I hope he is ok.

Well that’s all I got for now audience!! I’ll see you next time!
Apapapapppapapa!! Apa!!

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And the crowd goes wild

It was the best moment of my entire life. Finally unshackled from the ponderous weight of the bus, unfettered by the millstone we’ve wrapped around our necks in the form of unproductive members of the group, I hopped on my bike and drove off to scout for the group. First, I drove down the freeway. Cars were missing from the directions that we needed to go. After a couple of miles we found a pileup of cars…beneath us.

Ethan decided to light the cars on fire. After that, we got off of the free way…and immediately ran into a group of zombies. I was off like a shot pulling the zombies away from the rest of the group. Everything was going great. Well, a couple of the Zed were actually running, but nothing compared to my bike.

It was hardly any time before we ran into a little…snag. There were Zzz in front of us as well as behind. Without a moment thought I used a car as a ramp and jumped the curb doing a full 360 spin. I landed perfectly and took off leading a new group of zombozos down the street.

Again, everything was going swimmingly. Until I ran into another group of the oldie moldy. Ok, so not so moldy. Anyway, I jumped another car, zipped past the new group of the walking shred and caught up with the rest of the group. Hey, if you don’t believe me, then just ask Ethan. HE was there the entire time.

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Armored- I Just Want My Jeep
Lets Get Outta Here!

So, we got an armored car… whoo… I am so happy… not…
I just feel like we are zombie bait. I want to go somewhere safe, leave the kids behind, and then come up with a plan. Meanwhile, my buddy E2 is showing off. I mean, he is a fine bike rider, but doing wheelie jumps around zombies strikes me as a bit much. He did pull it off, and a lot more… probably saved all our lives. So for that I am very thankful.
I am really worried about this group. E2 I trust completely, and I know that Little John has an inner strength that will always come through. Little John and Ethan Howle have surprised me, though. They have too big hearts. We never should have taken in all these extra folks, yet our small group of 5 has grown to 10- yes doubled!! Ethan is a good guide, but has been indecisive in the city. Then there is the quiet one, Apachai. He also seems to have a big heart, but who really knows- the boy, who trounced folks on TV, is so quiet it is alarming! I like him, he fights well, but we don’t ever know what he is thinking.
So hoping we get out of here soon, to Ethan’s farm, and drop off the others. Would love to keep the sorority kid, Amber but I think she will have to stay with the children. Mary-Jo is one I have not quite figured out. She is a fearless fighter, but again, seems to want to save everyone.

How come people just don’t understand, this is the apocalypse…. You cannot save everybody!

Journal Entry by April on September 22nd, 2015

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Safe in a safe?
Looking for wheels

Mama,

Its already starting, people are losing their ever loving minds. I thought that once we were out’a town we’d see less and less of the crazy shit (sorry mamma for my tongue). The country side was nice to see and I had thought that for a moment that we’d see the more sane.

On our way out of town we were watched by a urban tribe that looked like they were as sharp as daddy but twice as crazy. They even told us by radio that they wanted our armored car. I fear that our rejection of their proposal is going to bit us in the… uh… rear. Sorry mamma, Aprils excitement is contagious.

When we got to this Uncle’s house it seemed like all was well but Phil (thats Ethens uncle’s name), was not all there and he had locked all of his undead friends in the barn. I am just glad that we found out while it was still light out. He had 11 bodies of those ‘zeds’ (as E-Square likes to call them) in there. Nearly a dozen! And they is meaner then a rabid dog hopped up on speed. You remember cousin Lawrence when he was hopped up on drugs. He was fast twitchy and crazy. Well save for the twitching, that’s what these… uh… things were.

I am still getting used to using a dog in combat. Rufus gets nervous when we attack the undead but I am working on him so that we get better and better. Our last fight though was painful one of those ‘zeds’ got me and Rufus. Nearly tore my arm off and bit a big chunk out of Rufus’ hip. It hurts like you cannot believe.

April plans on doing some crazy experiments with those corpses with me as an assistant. I told you being a vet was going to pay off and now I am working to save my part of the world. I do not know when I will see you again and I do not know why I even keep a record (perhaps to tell the secret of winning this war) but until we get a cure for being undead I think that I will keep writing.

I fear that we have touched on the surface of what is going on.

Journal Entry by Little John on September 24nd, 2015 Picture by Zombie Farmer.

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Can of Tuna
boxed in

Mamma,

I am writing like you are just fine and safe in ole Texas.

Ever was on a bus with a big ole dog?

It was supposed to be a hunting trip; not the end of the world! I have never been more confused as to what to believe. Poor ole Rufus is confused when he’s given orders to attack. He was a dog fighting dog. I suppose that to him the target dies when you kill him, but we aint never killed people/things/zombies. Dangum, I should take up smoking like Daddy did just to ease my nerves. It doesn’t help that April, that sweet hottie was bit by one of those mutants or that E-Squared was too. E-Squared…. I wish that we hadn’t tied him up when he was bit. The guy had to face down an uzi in the hands of some prepubescent punk.

Story goes like this. We’s looking for supplies when we comes across this chick and two kids and one of those little turds is caring an uzi. Can’t rightly blame ‘m as theres the walking dead an all. Well we put it to a vote and let them on the bus. Cant score with a hottie when you throw the young’ns to the dogs and zombies. Well the kid comes on with the uzi still loaded and notices that E-Square is bit and he wants to shoot ‘m. This leads to a verbal fight that is a yelling match. Its a good thing that the ruckus drew the attention of all those dead because that squirt would of dun it too. I hate that kid. He reminds me too much of those neighbor kids that used to live next to me being all noisy and stuff. I just hope to God I don’t have to shoot him. Let E-Square do it.

The trip to the store produced a scrawny guy that was insistent that he bring his bike on the trip. The apocalypse has lead to the loot’n and rob’n. I think that the zombies are going to get the upper hand if this thing continues. I mean who is going to loot the dead; the idiots will, that’s who. The heard will be thinned real quick if we are not careful.

I think that the only rest that we are going to ever get is is in peace.

God help us all,

LJ

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Ceilings and Skies
Waiting to turn into a zombie is BOOOOORING!!!!!

My arm is throbbing a bit as I lie here looking at the roof of the bus. I’d look at anything else if I could see it, but being chained to the floor kind of prevents that.

So, all I get to look at is the ceiling as we begin to move away from April’s house.

How could I have been so stupid. I knew the risks, and here I’d already been bit by one of these slow buggers. I was trying to be macho, something really not in my personality, and I got what every macho idiot I’d ever seen has achieved: I fell flat on my face.

We’re on our way to the hardware store for some sledge hammers and some more crowbars. Personally I’m going to keep using my katana on the zombies, but it will be a good weapon for everyone else.

Every once in a while I catch a flash of something in the mirror at the front of the bus, and then it’s gone.

I really would like to get up now. At least sit me up in a seat, or something. Let me look out the dang window. I don’t say any of this, of course, but my hints aren’t getting through to these guys. About now I really wish that I’d said nothing about zombie bites, but it’s too late for that. I was more worried about the safety of the group than how boring it would be to get turned into a zombie.

There’s no pain, other than the slight throbbing of a wound. No fever setting in. No hallucinations. I almost wish that there were hallucinations. Then at least I’d have something to look at.

Nope, I just get the play of shadows along the roof of Ethan’s bus.

We pull over at the small hardware store that is our first destination, and I see a white van in the mirror at the front of the bus. So apparently, someone has made it here before us. People pile out of the van, and I hear the grunts and moans of fighting zombies coming from the direction of the store. More than ever I want to get free. I want to get out of these bonds and do something.

As I struggle a bit, a chain hits my chest at exactly the wrong angle, and I feel a stab of pain. This pisses me off even more. Not only do I have to be tied up, something I never liked, but I have to keep pretending about who I am.

That is an easy choice, even if it’s not one that I particularly like. The post apocalyptic world is not the place to transition.

It still makes me angry. And I’m bored.

As I’m stewing in my own juices I hear the sound of automatic gunfire coming from the side of the bus opposite to the store. Some moron is making there presence known to every Zed in a multi-block radius. Here I got myself hurt trying to keep Zeds from knowing where we were, and some trigger happy idiot is emptying clips in and obvious lack of any trigger control.

Even a novice should know that you never rock and roll on a real target. Three round bursts. That is all you really need when it comes down to it.

Ethan lets them onto the bus, and for the first time I want to kill one of the members of our party. It’s not really Ethan’s fault that he wants to help people, but letting idiots into our group is an easy way to destroy group unity, if not get us killed outright.

And then I see the person with the gun. Some kid. A kid with a chip on his shoulder no less. Something snaps in me the moment he turns his gun on me. He’s going to kill me because I might turn into a zombie.

I lay into the kid and rip him a new one about the way in which he is taking on Zed. We’re running from a supply point because he couldn’t keep it in his pants, so to speak.

He tries to act as if my words have no effect on him, but I can see the change in body language that signifies he is listening. I think it also helps that I am not treating him like a kid and saying something stupid like ‘guns bad.’ I am telling him that his use of guns at the wrong time will get all of us killed.

Amber, the girl that came in with the two kids, has an easy beauty that I envy. I would have liked to be her in another life, I think.

Regardless, she knows that she needs to keep the two kids, Kyle the gun toting maniac, and James in line. They are her responsibility.

We pull up somewhere else, and again people pile out. And then the supplies begin to roll in. During one of the drop offs I mention that they should look for a padlocked door as there is likely a store room in this type of place. I can see through the open door at the back of the bus that this is more of an independent hardware store than a super store. Locked store rooms make me happy.

They find the room, and something else: Amir. The kid acts a bit autistic and would likely be termed high functioning. He has tics like any other autistic would, but they’re something that we can live with. He might even surprise us in the future with his ability to ignore the world around him in the face of adversity.

We quickly strip the store of everything that is in any way useful and are beginning to get into the odds and ends when everyone piles back in and we are on our way again.

As we drive, I catch a flash of red from the mirror and call for everyone to stop. We have found one of the holy grails. A fire engine. Big, tough, and able to carry water.

April comes onto the bus.

“I was bitten by one of those zombies, and nothing is happening to me. I don’t think that being bit does anything with these zombies.”

There it is. They unchain me. I surreptitiously rub my chest and get off the bus. The sky is beautiful and blue and I have never been happier to see it in my whole life. Then I see the fire engine. It is in waist high grass, for me, which means it is about four feet deep. I climb onto the fire engine, having moved there ahead of the rest of the group. and see movement, and human sized holes, in the grass.

“Zombies!” I yell out and pull one of the books of matches from my pocket. Knowing that a single match would burn out as it fell, I slight the book on fire and drop it into the dry grass.

“Burn, Bitches!!!” I yell as the grass ignites and the flames engulf the field. I’ve ruined the fire engine, but it’s death enabled the destruction of at least five of our enemy.

At this point I realize there is another car with us. A van more specifically. The white one from the first hardware store. Mary, the woman driving, pulls out a saws-all and strips the wheels and bearings from the fire engine.

We get on the road and get down to business over the radios. The first item of business is to establish how people will get into this group. I bring up a vote to make Amber a voting member of the group. They let Mary in without my noticing, but this way we would all know who would be in the leadership, and who is just a survivor.

We passed the entry of Amber into the group unanimously.

Next up we need to decide where we are going. Armored cars are perfect platforms to use on scavenging runs into the city. Mary finds one in her GPS and she also wants to head south to the refinery in College Park. And here the argument begins. Some of us want to just go to Ethan’s farm and cut our losses. Some want to get the Armored Car and the Tanker truck and then go to the farm.

I propose a compromise that seems to have everyone in agreement. First, as we’re almost there, we go to the Armored Car company and acquire at least one. Then we head to the farm and drop off all non essential vehicles and people.

Once that’s done, we drive in an armored car to get the concertina wire that will aid us in our defense of the farm.

Journal Entry by Edward Ethan on September 22nd, 2015

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Fixin' to Die
Y'all Ain't Gonna B'lieve Tis!

Sakes alive, chillun’, y’all gatha round an listen ta Mama, ‘cause I be fixin’ to tell ya all bout the day the zombies came- no lyin’!
(Note: The rest of the story translated to English- Some folks can’t read Southern)

Believe it or not, the day started beautifully! I was excited, because I was going to meet my favorite MMA fighter, Apachai, and even give him a physical! The poster in my examining room, in the flesh- I was so pumped! I met Little John at 6 am to put him through his workout, trying to increase his endurance. We talked of the coming visit by Apachai, and the planned camping trip that the 2 of us, along with Edward Ethan and our guide, Ethan Howle, were going on after work. The rest of the morning seemed to drag along slowly, and I met Edward Ethan, or E2 as we call him, during the morning break. That is when things began to get weird. Some friend of E had shown him a video in Japan that looked too real to believe it was a movie- a guy rising off a mortician’s table, killing the mortician, then getting plowed by a semi. Then, at lunch, someone blew up a clinic in downtown Atlanta- we could see smoke. The boss would not let me go save any of the folks there, and for that, now I am glad. When I got back downstairs, the commercial crew was setting up and Apachai had arrived. I put all thoughts of dying behind as I gazed at his chiseled frame- he even gave me his phone #. Little did I know he would soon be my companion in a completely different form.
As the commercial began filming, news reports began to filter in from everywhere- the miracle “cure” for cancer, the one that had not been fully tested by the FDA, the drug I warned everyone not to take, was turning people into zombies!! I then found out that my boss, and everyone else on the 5th floor, had ignored my warnings and had taken the drug! E2 and I heard gunshots, and started upstairs to see what had happened. Soon Little John and Ethan were rushing up the stairs behind us. We get to the 5th floor just as the gunfire stopped. E2 opened the door just ahead of me, takes a couple steps, and says. “Run!”
Now remember, I had no weapons on me- I ain’t gonna take on no zombies with no weapons, not fixin’ ta die am we (sorry, translator fell asleep). We ran back downstairs, grabbing Little John & E2 on our way. We convinced Apachai to join us, and now we are living the zombie apocalypse. We have stopped at E2 place to get our camping gear and weapons, with E2 driving like a maniac. He kept running over undead. We then stopped at my place to get my Jeep. We have killed at least 8 zombies, and so far are still alive. Sakes alive, it is scary! I blew through one of their heads with a perfect shot from my crossbow, but my other shots seemed to bother them like flies bug us. Ineffectual and a nuisance. E2 was bit, and I know not what that means for our future. Will I have to kill one of my best friends? I took a culture, but have no time to analyze it now- more of them freaks will be coming. We are off to Ethan Howell’s ranch, and I know I may never see Atlanta again.
Hope my sister is ok at Fort Benning. We may need her help.
April

Journal Entry by April on September 22nd, 2015

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