
DESABRAISBROS
IVAN DESABRAIS & IAN DESABRAIS
PRESENTS
A SAMPLE FROM
@MYZOMBIEJOURNAL
As seen on Twitter!
A Savage Klaxon Story
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Sample from the first installment of the infamous saga.
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SMASHWORDS EDITION
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“WHAT IF ZOMBIES WERE REAL AND THEY ARE EVERYWHERE?”
The year is 2014. We never saw it coming. Zombies are everywhere. Everybody I knew is gone.
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Prologue
My Name is Savage Klaxon, don’t judge me for the acts that I did during Zday. I’m just a man. I tried to do what I thought was right in the moment. Sometimes when your goal is surviving, the moment slips away from you. You change and you see yourself changing. There’s nothing you can do but go with it or die.
These dead things that lurk in our streets were once people with families who loved them. Don’t mistake them for who they were. They are flesh hungry monsters who wait for you to get complacent. They wait.
If you’re reading this and I’m gone, I hope I made a difference. I pray that humanity still exists. I fought everyday for you, for me. We can’t give up. We can’t lay down and let them come. We need to send these soulless dead back to hell and take back the world of the living.
If you’re one of the men or women who I fought next to and you found my zombie journal on my phone, or netbook, put it where someone can find it in the future. They need to know what happened. They need to know that we were here and we weren’t afraid. We were slayers of the dead.
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Dedication
To the zombie culture, when it comes to our mortality, most of us are afraid. When it comes to life, most of us are zombies.
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Warning
Some of these stories may not be suitable for young readers. They may contain real and mature themes. They will give you nightmares. They may make you think about zombies.
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Introduction
When reading this book, the first thing you may notice is that the writing is displayed in the form of tweets. If you don’t know what a tweet is, it is a 140 character message usually found on the social network twitter. Twitter posts are dated and read from bottom to top. We took the time to post all the work from top to bottom the way most people read.
The next thing you will notice is that the body of work is in the form of a journal as we inteded. To keep it as realistic as possible, it is written completely as Savage Klaxon has written it, in his voice, with his manner of speech and typing. The dates are used as the times he could steal a moment to report what was going on, but not when they happened.
Savage is an intriguing man. You will not get bored reading his posts, nor will you find him using really big words so he can feel smart. You will find that sometimes he may use the wrong word or perhaps make a spelling / punctuation mistake. We spent many sleepless nights on the thought if we should censor and edit him. As we did edit his work, we felt the few grammar mistakes we left made him more real. Show me a man like Savage who speaks like he went to harvard and I will show you a boring man. Real people make typos and sometimes misuse words when they text. This only deepens our story.
This character came to life in a whirlwind of a question. As in each of our novels, that question is asked near the top of this digital document. ‘What if zombies were real and they are everywhere?’ We hope this novel answers the question, entertains, and titillates. Enjoy!
Desabraisbros - 2011
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***PART 1: IT’S BEEN A YEAR***
26 Apr myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
It's been a year since I had a computer. Just glad to see I can still access the internet.
27 Apr myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
Before the Zombies came, this internet cafe was always packed. Now I'm the only one here.
The city is full of zombies. It's been a long time since I've seen anyone else. I hope I'm not all that's left.
29 Apr myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
I went to get fresh water. Had to shoot my .35-300 Magnum Tactical Precision rifle. It was loud. Streets swarmed with the dead.
Almost didn't make it to the safe house. Dropped the water. So thirsty. Also could use a bath. I'm getting kind of ripe. Out of Clothes.
Earlier, I lugged this computer from the Cafe. Got it to work. Don't know for how long. Neighbor had internet. He's gone now. Poor Josh.
I wonder if anybody's out there. Still looking. Might have to lay low a couple of days. They're still around. I can smell them.
30 Apr myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
Smelled fresh bread baking today. Going to check it out.
1 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
Bread smell came from a grocery store. Three of them were in there. One was a teenage girl. She ran right at me. She was missing an arm.
Used my HK USP 45. Thank god for suppressors. (Silencers) It took me three shots to put her down. The next was in the back. Maybe her dad.
He howled at me. Bastard knocked me over. Couldn't look at them. They were traveling together. Had a festering bite on his face. She did it.
Heard one smacking into the frozen section. They walk into stuff, over and over again. She didn't see me right away. I could smell her.
Her body was badly decomposing. I took aim and she noticed. She snarled. I had to put her down. I know they were once people. This sucks.
There were twelve loafs of fresh onion bread in the baked goods area, right out of the machines. I think the dad and girl made it.
A bus I didn't notice before was parked out in front. Found a cellphone, picked it up, was face to face with three hunting rifles.
Women, saying they're doing it for the kids on the bus. They robbed me, left me with no bread or guns. I didn't shoot em'. Am I fool?
Spent the night on the roof of the Grocery store. I had food and a spaded shovel I found inside. When the street was clear I ran.
2 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
Saw a swarm of them in the park. What the hell are they doing? Sometimes they just stand there not really looking at anything.
I got all the way through the bike path with no trouble. Then I came face to face with MR. Sholts. Nice old guy, used to walk his dog by me.
Mr. Sholts was trying to get in the building. Came up quiet, called his name. He had on a dirty suit. Turned, missing a jaw.
Mr. Sholts ran at me, gurgling and spewing blood, black stuff. Hit him with the shovel. Tried to drag him, leg came off in my hand.
Mr. Sholts reached up to me. Think he knew. Took his zombie head off with the spade shovel on the curb, and drove the blade into his brain.
Still got that Cellphone I found before I got robbed. It's dead, hoping to charge it. Lines are down around here. Wish family had Skype.
I've been thinking about why I just let them women take my stuff. I guess I'm kind of lonely. A part of me wishes they took me with them.
Exploring the building. Found Hayden in the mail room, facing the boxes. He was still. Lived on the 3rd floor. Used to borrow stuff.
Hayden was moaning and whining. Came around him. Was missing an eye. His chest was torn up. Probably his sweet lil fiancé's handy-work.
Hayden, the bastard, dove at me, crushed me into the wall. Took poor Hayden with my serrated machete. Got it at a yard sale years ago. $10.
Wish when I find someone they are not trying to eat or rob me. This sucks. If it wasn't for this damn twitter, I'd go nuts.
3 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
On my run yesterday through the apartment building, found a glock 17 tactical hand gun. It was in a desk drawer, in apt 103.
Whoever lived in 103 was set to go. The cupboards were filled with canned tuna. There was an earthquake kit. Oh and a stun gun in a Medkit.
Heard something moving around in the bathroom. Made sure to load some fresh ammo, opened the door. It was a bulldog. Someone just left him.
Dog's with me now, eating tuna. He likes it. Not sure what to call him. He seems like he hasn't eaten in a while. He was happy to see me.
Heard some noise in the hall. Dog was growling. Going to check it out. Could be looters, Maybe the dead. Could be survivors. Gettin antsy.
I went out into the hall and didn't see anything. Suppressed Sig sauer 229 Elite armed. Walked the hall, round the corner.
Black lab dog in the hall half in an APT. Got near, saw him chewing on someone. Nudged him with my foot and he faced me, snarling.
The dogs eyes were cloudy and mirky, he was missing fur. He nipped at me, moved back. Saw his ribs sticking out of his fur.
Shot him three times in the head. He fell. Damn walking dead dog. Heard hoarse breathing sound. The old guy on the ground was still moving.
He Gutturally snarled. Put him down. Stepped inside. Woman's legs sticking out from behind the couch. All that's left of her. She was eaten.
In blood on the wall it said: "God save us." I'm not ashamed to say, I wept. These damn zombies. Decided I'm gonna clear the building.
Next mission is gonna be to find more ammo. Gotta go out for that. Very dangerous. Lots of zombies where I gotta go. Gotta try. Want peace.
4 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
My floor is clear. I have that locked down like Fort Knox. Nobody is getting in now. I chained the doors. Most people are just gone.
I went up a floor. Stupid, stupid. Nothing in the stairwell. Opened the door and smacked it right into the back of some teenagers.
The teens were of the dead kind. I jumped back and tumbled down the steps backwards. My Glock went off a couple of times on the way down.
During my tumble I could hear them, smacking into the door. No way were they going to figure out how to pull it open. Or so I thought.
I guess they still remember some stuff. I'm trying to get up. Back aching, neck sore. Definitely sprained ankle and the door swings open.
They come barreling down at me. YEAH I SCREAMED. And I shot too. Blew their brains over the wall. (Gotta clean that later. Still my home.)
One got so close I could feel his hand on my shoe. Scared the crap out of me. Unloaded the rest of my mag at him. L8r burned my pants.
Can't keep anything once their blood is on it. Boiled some water and took a bath. I need more ammo. I have to get more. Wish I had help.
Tomorrow, me and the dog will go down there in those walking dead infested streets and find some ammo, somewhere. Either that or die.
5 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
Got a leash for the dog and made my way to the back stairs of my apartment building. I led us down a couple floors and could hear something.
It was gurgling, I could smell it, was unbearable. The dog started barking and that got the zombie's attention.
One of the cleaners, she bent backwards looking at us then twisted and ran like a bull seeing red. I used my serrated machete on her.
Got out into the parking lot, the dog was acting kind of nervous so I moved towards the high school. It is so quiet in the streets.
Cut through the field behind the school, there was still kids bags sitting in the grass waiting to be reclaimed.
Heard something bang and could see a young boy pressing his face into the glass of the school door, he was dead. I moved quickly.
Entered the strip mall, the parking lot was practically empty. I turned the corner and was rushed by a balding man in a bus uniform.
Stumbled back then noticed the open bus. I pulled the dog with me around the bus stop bench. That's when I saw 4 others coming towards us.
Slashed my machete at the bus driver I think I cut off his hand. Dog barked & dove at him, pulled him back & got on the bus.
I managed to close the doors. Bus driver and 4 others banged on the walls. I saw something from my peripheral vision.
Two zombies were eating a group of people, one's mouth was hanging low like his jaw was dislocated. He groaned and moved towards me.
Held the dog back with my leg and waited for the chance then took the dead bastards head off. The other one came at me but tripped.
I rushed at her and put an end to her suffering. Supplies at the back of the bus, jugs of water, nonperishable food, and clothes.
They must have been survivors. I tried the bus but it was on Empty. Opened a window and took out the bus driver & 4 others with my gun.
Now I really need ammo. I jotted down the location of the bus and locked it up. Took the street and came to an intersection.
Tons of cars, some with doors opened, others all closed up, nobody around. I could see the big blue & white sign of walmart.
I know my need for ammo is greater then my fear of being in a large department store full of zombies. Walked to the doors and they opened.
A hum was being broadcasted over their sound system. A single phone is ringing, a very eerie feeling.
I waited by the doors hoping to lure out any zombies inside. Nothing came. I entered slowly, the dog was hesitant but I dragged him along.
I could see something move in the deli area. I decided there that I need to take out all the dead to be safe while in this store.
I slowly moved closer to the deli and could see it was a teenage girl wearing the blue of walmart. She was walking into a counter.
I saw she was missing part of her arm, the bone still hanging there. I tried to get closer but its like she smelled me. Her eyes murky white.
Her mouth opened and I pulled the dog with me as I ran and chopped at her with my machete. It lodged into her neck, she reached out for me.
I knocked her down and finished her off. I quickly looked around but couldn't see anyone else. God she reminds me of my little sister.
A scream cried out, I took the dog and began my search making my way to the sporting goods section. The Jewelry counter has 2 people at it.
One just standing there with a blank look on her face, the other kneeling and chewing on a customer. I knew I had to shoot.
Two quick shots and they both fell and I made my way down the aisle even faster hoping to get away from the sound. A shelf fall ahead of me.
A group of shoppers all dead, the smell, the way they looked I emptied my clip in them but one still came at me. I hacked at him and went on.
A streak of blood like a body was dragged leads off to the garden center. I have a few bullets left so I went to the sporting goods.
I got to the glass cases of ammunition. I wedged the machete between the glass and pried the doors open. The shelves were almost full.
I grabbed a hunting supply bag off the shelf and began filling it with all the different calibers of ammo I use. It will be heavy to carry.
I loaded my guns and decided to fill another bag. A woman walks in front of the aisle, she is dragging her leg. I took her out with one shot.
This could turn out bad, I wasn't going to hang around anymore. I quickly got out of the store dragging the heavy bags and leading the dog.
6 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
Spent the night at the bus after I tossed the bodies. In the middle of the night something dragged along the side, it totally freaked me out
At first light I checked around the bus but couldn't see anything. Decided it best to leave one bag of ammo locked on the bus and take one.
Didn't like waiting around while the dog did his business, not in the wide open like this. Took a side road so I wouldn't pass the school.
There's a couple cars at an intersection I took my time and walked a distance from them to check for any dead. I couldn't believe what i saw
A black ferrari F430, with the keys. Guess I could say at least I drove a ferrari. Hopped in the car set the dog in the passenger side.
Turned the key and the engine roared out. How awesome is that, I maneuvered around the other cars and floored it. So sweet to hear the car.
I guess it had to be the sound and the vibration of the car, Zombies swarmed at me. They came from all over the place. I had to escape.
So many of them, nowhere for me to stop and get out. They're all over the road, coming out of buildings some falling out of windows.
This can't be happening, how the hell can I get out of the car and not be torn apart by the freaking dead. Drove for a long time.
They didn't stop following me, the masses came, more and more of them. Some roads packed with cars I had to drive on the sidewalks to pass.
I wouldn't lead them to my apartment, had to keep distance from areas I already went through. I hit a main road and ripped down the street.
After a safe distance away, I grabbed the dog and ran. There was a movie theatre nearby and knew to stay away. Headed towards my apartment.
the ammo is heavy glad I only have the one bag on me. The sun's hiding away and I had to get indoors, back to my safe house if possible.
A zombie was stuck in a bus shelter, it couldn't find the exit like a fly trying to get out an open window went everywhere but the opening.
A man, mid 30's maybe. He had a newsboy cap on, his body seemed mangled like he had been run over. Used my handgun, blood went everywhere.
Loud yells and gun shots, could hear a heavy vehicle and didn't want to be mistaken for the dead. Took off and headed back to my apartment.
7 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
A large truck drives over the lawn of a town house followed by a mass of the dead, I was frozen for only a second. Found a garage door open.
Picked up the dog and ran for the entrance, got into the garage and closed the door. With my gun out I scanned the interior.
Cadillac SRX parked close to the door of the house hiding half the garage. Moved closer and could see a baby seat in the back of the car.
No way did I want to see or have the responsibility of dealing with a zombie of that matter. I walked around to the front of the car.
A woman lay against the back passenger side of the car, her face desolate of blood, white as a piece of chalk. Aimed my gun, she lunged out.
Heard a loud yell, my gun rang out. Shot her in the chest in my panic, it didn't stop her obviously. I supported my arm and finished her.
Realized I was the one yelling, I hate zombies. The truck roared outside, could hear a couple voices and then the sound of gun turrets.
Military or raiders, no way was I going to be seen by either side. Stayed the night in the garage, It was way too quiet, didn't sleep.
Checked outside in the morning, the street littered with zombies blown apart. Recognized a few of them, people I've seen, never spoke with.
Waited in lines at stores with them, never knew their names, or spoke with them. Never going to now. Walked to my apartment a street away.
The glass in the front door was smashed, had to be someone still alive. I entered slowly and peered down the hall on the first floor.
Apartment doors were open, stuff thrown in the hall. I took the back stairs. A man wearing a hunters vest just standing on the 1st landing.
His back to me, head slightly down. I couldn't smell if he was dead, couldn't even see any signs. I cleared my throat and he didn't move.
He had to be new, never seen him before. Moved closer, he never moved not an inch. The dog was used to the dead by now, didn't even bark.
Something just seemed off about it. I got to the last step behind him. Pressed against the wall and slide up to his level.
His forehead was caved in, he was missing the flesh on part of his face. He didn't move, I got a few steps above him and sent him away.
I moved up the stairs like my feet were aflame, a couple doors were open. A large man walks out of my apartment a case of water in hand.
I leapt back and he dropped the water, aimed my gun at him and pulled a door open as a shield. Could hear him swear and fumble with a gun.
I swore knowing nothing good could come of this. He leaned out from my apartment and asked if I swore at him, hell yes i did. He laughed.
Tells me he's with a group of people, they have guns, food and supplies. Asks me to go down with him, I was hesitant but he convinced me.
Lead me to a big red Coca-Cola truck, a couple of guys hanging around with guns and the big truck from yesterday with a turret on the back.
They told me about a cottage that they were heading to on an island nearby, one of guys uncles owned it. Asked me to join up with them.
They told me to toss my stuff in the back of the truck and get a cola. They were going to get all the supplies from this place and move on.
One grabbed the leash of the dog and said he had one once, wondered if he was still alive. He never got back home, never would go.
One of them opened the doors, I looked in feeling hesitant, every meeting with people I had turned out bad. Tons of cases of Cola I got in.
The doors pushed me away as they closed, could hear them laughing and banging on the doors as they locked. A guy yelled who's gonna win.
8 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
Vibrations rattled up from their beating hands on the outside. Heared the raspy barking dog calling out to me. They laughed and hooted.
Something moved. Felt a shift. The inside of the truck was darker. Then the smell of something dead crept closer. Searched for my sidearm.
Pulled out my hidden Springfield Armory XD, switched on the scope. The pale light moved over the red interior, searching…
Saw it there, hanging by unraveling ropes. It reached out, scraping the air violently. A boy, no older than 16. Dressed similar to them.
It didn't understand why it couldn't get closer. The dead body bursting with swinging movement. His clumpy shadow stretching over the floor.
Looked him right in his mirky eyes. Festering bite on his neck. Was once one of them. This is what they do. They're just as bad as the dead.
He lunged forward, his body shaking. Ropes snapped and he crashed to the floor. Stepped back and took aim. Damn head was covered by arms.
The thing leapt up, crashing into the ceiling. Bastard was blind. Their hands beating the truck, the barking dog. Couldn't concentrate.
Salty sweat dripping in my eyes. Shot four times. I can hear them hooting and hollering on the outside. Beams of sunlight beam in new holes.
The smell made me gag. Maggots, rotting flesh. Covered my mouth and nose. It lunged crashing into boxes and crates, snarling and swatting.
The light found his face, infected teeth. Eyes fallen deep in their sockets. Hanging discolored flesh. Slobber dripping from the gums.
It was missing fingers, slits of torn flesh. They were torturing it. "I'm sorry", I said. It cocked it's head to the side, then dove at me.
I threw myself back and shot it three times in the head. Part of it's fleshy skull broke away. It hit the floor. Could still see it's brain.
Its hand stretched out across the floor. Screamed and shot once more. The brain becoming mush. It laid still, cold on the floor.
Never killed one of the living, but my mind was racing. The laughter and hollering died down. I could feel someone approaching the door.
9 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
The rusty latch sung out. Light crept in. Kicked the door, knocking a fool down. Bullets crashed in through the side. I leapt out.
By the time they came around, had his MP9 sub machine gun in hand. Had him as a shield too. Gun firmly at his head. Him whimpering.
They stopped in their tracks and I counted them. 7, including him. Was a little taller than me. Great meat shield. Shook my head. This sux.
Every time I meet someone, they want to eat me, rob me, or kill me. Damn Zombies. Wonder what these 7 fools were like before.
"Move and he's gone." I said. They just looked at me. A skinny one was in total panic. Saw it in his shaky hands. He was very scared.
"Jack whata we do." He called to the big bastard in my grip. "Put your guns down dummy, I don't wanna get shot." He cried out, heart racing.
Felt kinda different being on this side of the gun. They had all my stuff and everything I worked for all this time. Smelled burnt plastic.
Looked around and saw flames in the lobby of my building. The place was burning down. These jokers took everything I ever had. Nothing left.
Anger raced up in me. "YOU BURNT MY HOME!" I shouted. The skinny one looked like he was gonna piss himself. I aimed my new gun at them.
"No", one said, stepping forward. "You don't wanna do this." "YES I DO." I yelled back at him. "Your boys here took everything I had left."
"Come on, there's no such thing as a home anymore. Those things are everywhere. We're all gonna die." He preached on. I just sneered.
"He was gonna kill me." I said, flat out. "Where's my dog?" The man points to another truck. I can see the little bugger looking out at me.
"We had to burn it. It was full of them. You can't live like that." He claimed to me. "I have lived like that since this all started."
They all stood there looking at each other. "Okay, kill him. He deserves it." I stared back at him. No loyalty to each other = No trust.
"Kill him, take his place. I didn't okay any of what he did. I was getting supplies. I'm the leader here, not him." He claimed, pointing.
"You think I would do that? Just one of you." I stated, tipping my hand. "These three did nothing to ya. They're good." He barks.
Didn't know what I did till it was over. Big one, Skinny one, Hooting idiot laid there on the pavement. Never killed anyone living before.
The leader had his gun too. They all had some extra holes in their bodies. Guess he shot them too. I looked at him, confused. Shot his own.
"That building was hard as hell to get into. You do that?" He asked me. "Yeah", I replied looking at the others. They all looked back at me.
He asked me to go with them. Said, we can teach each other stuff to survive. The smell filled our noses. Thought the shot released bowels.
They did, that's not what we were smelling. A whole horde of the walking dead heard our little skirmish and came to feast. Choices limited.
"Come or get eaten here." He yelled running to the truck with the barking dog. I looked back at the others climbing into the red truck.
The Zombies were hungry and getting closer. Home was burning down. They have all my stuff. I wouldn't last. What could I do? Had to survive.
10 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
It wasn't all bad I guess. Ran for the truck with the turret, hopped in. "Take the guns," their fearless leader screamed, his voice cracked.
I looked down at the dog and climbed over the seat. Before I knew it, I was sawing the dead in half. That weapon was very very useful.
Tripping all over each other, leaping from alleys and off of balconies. The dead were chasing the sound of the guns. Very satisfying.
I didn't trust him or his little gang but they sure had some nice toys. I know I could have used this many times in my recent life. Zombies.
Zombies turned to mush, parts still twitching in the street. "In Front," he screamed. Sure enough the turret spun all the way around.
So many zombies that the guys in the truck ahead had to join in on the rain of fire, with Assault Rifles out the windows.
We hit clear road littered with burnt out army vehicles, toppled emergency service trucks, and scattered cop cars. I remember this.
It was on the news. The fools tried to make a stand and save the infected who haven't turned. It was a total debacle. Everyone died.
Searched around finding only small groups of them staring up at the moon. They lost interest. Never understand what drives them. It's sick.
Found my spot in the passenger side. Tired he looked over at me, one hand on the sleeping dog. "They all mesmerized." Was it a question?
"They get like that, don't they," I said, seeing my bag in the back. "Sometimes. It's fucking weird." He said, lighting a Montecristo cigar.
He dropped his torch lighter into an open box of the cigars and grinned at me with the cigar hanging out of his mouth. "Want one?" "No."
"Things gonna get a little hairy between you and the others or are ya going to let all that go? What happened back there?" He asked.
"Don't know," I replied, noticing the grenades in the door. "Isn't that dangerous?" I asked pointing them out. "Hell yes," he laughed.
We drove all night. I slept. Figured they would have killed me by now. Woke up to them screaming all around me and laughing. I jumped.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled back. They were all laughing like it was the funniest thing they ever saw. "Morons," I yelled.
"Hey. You're going to hurt someone's feelings," this athletic looking guy stated. He grinned proud of himself. "I'm used to the quiet."
Got out, grabbed my bag. Dog was grinning, taking a dump on the hot pavement of a mall parking lot. I scanned it. Didn't see the dead.
"Leave the bag. Take some weapons and ammo. We're going in for supplies." The leader stated. He had a beer in his hand. This was crazy.
11 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
Entered the mall, front entrance abandoned. Music calling out from different stores. Broken glass & store goods scattered all over.
We went to the store location map, a red marker was used to give directions. “We need, food, water, any weapons, clothes.” The list went on.
“Teams of two, one front one back, watch out for each other,” the leader stated. “You,” he pointed at me, “with me, fun begins now.”
How fun could this be, a location that may have hundreds if not more of the dead just waiting for some unlucky bastards to walk into them.
This is the dead’s turf, guns or not this was going to be hard if not impossible to get out with all the numbers who came in.
“Pharmacy,” he points, “food, medical’s, hygiene,” he raises his eyes. “Food for the dog,” I told him. He nods. Something moves in an aisle.
“Watch my back,” he checks his clip on the silenced gun and moves into the store, I enter behind him and see at least 5 Zombie’s.
He holds up 3 fingers then two, aims his gun. I aim.”One,” he says. The bullets took their resting places in the skulls of the dead.
Continued on, checking each aisle. 3 more, one had a festering bite on his cheek, bag on his shoulder full of supplies. Same idea as us.
We put them down and filled two shopping carts of needed supplies, Found dog food, bless expanding businesses for that. A whine calls out.
“Alive?” I asked. “Lets find out.” Another team takes out carts to the truck and we track the sound. Coming from a bathroom, door locked.
A gurgle sounded out, what ever is in there must be dead. looked at the lock, key broken off in the slot, pointed it out & went on our way.
Shots rang out from another area, the others cheering. Leader shakes his head, “They can be idiots at times, lets move.” Ran to join them.
A wave of the dead swarming from some music store, the others firing into them, “The heads,” I screamed, “aim for the damn heads.”
We took them all out, a couple zombies coming out from other stores to get us from other sides but we were unscathed. “Idiots,” I said.
“Hey man,” the athletic guy says, “I need some new tunes, got to enjoy the small stuff, or we’re just like them,” he points to the dead.
“Get some good stuff,” another called out. I stood and watched as they raided the music store. A weird almost groan echoes from somewhere.
“That does not sound good.” I said. The leader and I led the others around the mall checking out the stores and taking out the dead.
Got tons of supplies and music for those who needed it. Never found anyone alive, disconcerting. How many could still be alive and where.
On one of the entrances, plastic sheets and a quarantine sign, they didn't finish putting it up, Everybody just stared at each other.
People in hazmat suits dead on the ground with holes in their bodies. The plastic masks splattered in blood. “Lets go,” I told them.
Didn’t want to stick around and find out what happened, some of them were totally freaked out. We got out of the mall back at our vehicles.
The dog was in the window wagging his tail happy to see me. Maybe being with a team could be beneficial. “lets dig out,” the leader ordered.
12 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
After hitting the mall and finding no water it was decided to find a local grocery store and hope we get to it before any-one else.
The area was sparse of anything but cars. No signs of the dead or alive. Positioned the vehicles and got our weapons ready.
The grocery store doors open, two men with rifles and a family behind them exit, the women have carts filled with supplies. We all froze.
They were surprised to see other people still alive. “Please don’t try anything,” one of the guys says. “We got kids and women who need us.”
The leader raised his hands, “put the guns down, we'll make a deal nothing has to happen.” They kept the guns aimed, us with our guns aimed.
“We need water,” I said “we can share rather then kill each other.” We all just stared at each other unsure of what will happen.
Loud bells begin ringing, looked around, a church across the road. The family bursts towards their minivan supplies with them.
Zombies rushing from buildings and side streets, so many of them. I jumped on the truck and aimed the turret. Some already too close to hit.
The leader used his assault rifle, cut down a number of them. The minivan rushes away slamming through the dead in a race to escape.
The athletic guy walks forward blowing them away laughing. He reloads his gun like a pro. Took out a a lot of them. There was way too many.
The others stood close taking them out. The athletic guy runs back to the truck a zombie with half of his head blown off right behind him.
Too close for the turret I yelled and pointed it out to the others, he was in the way of the shot. They screamed at him to get down.
At the front of the red truck, 30 of freaking dead lunge at him, He's pulled down hard face bouncing off the ground. They tried to save him.
Just too many, only able to put down a few, the damage had been done, blood in his mouth, bites all over. He was gone, an infected.
“Get in the truck,” the leader yelled. The others went for the red truck, couldn't pass the zombies and their infected friend, we left it.
Supplies, gear, and most of the guns. The leader drove and me on the turret shot down any I could. Aimed for their heads, some exploded.
The damn bells finally stopped. Lost a guy. They acted very strange. “What now,” one of them asked the leader, he just starred at him.
With no dead in sight I got in the truck. “What’s going on?” I asked the leader. He was uneasy “Don’t freak out,” he said.
“Jacob back there, was the one who knew where the island cottage was. It was his uncle’s who was in the army or something,” the leader said.
“Oh my god what are we going to do, we’re all going to die here,” one of the guys said. It was crowded in the truck with so many of us.
“Shut up,” the leader told him, “we just need a new plan.” I couldn’t believe this, just when I thought my luck was getting better.
13 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
The family from the grocery store pulls along side of us, “we need to talk,” a woman said, hanging from her window. They must be desperate.
We stopped at a park and ride. All of us got out, we searched, made sure no dead were around. Found 6 of them, some sitting in their cars.
“It’s not safe for us to travel, we don’t have your kind of weapons,” the older man said. He seemed nervous, always looking around.
One of my team was just staring at them, his eyes glassy. It looked like he could break at any second. I wondered what was bothering him.
“So what you guys want guns?” The leader asked. The older man looked at his family, his wife I think took his hand. “Not exactly,’ she said.
“Listen,” the older man said. “We have nowhere to go, a family to protect, we have two rifles a revolver and supplies."
“I told against better judgement. We need more then surviving, we need safety and we can all have that with greater numbers,” old man said.
“Okay listen,” the leader said. “It will be more dangerous for your family coming with us, we go places, some of them filled with the dead.”
“We should talk about it,” the emotional guy from our team said. “Come on guys, lets give them a chance, that girl looks like my sister.”
“Damn Cole,” the leader said, “you could have waited until we stepped away,” he looks to Cole. "It needs to be more than that."
“No it doesn’t, they are people and so are we. If we let them ride off alone then we’re no better than the fucking zombies.” Cole was angry.
“We got lots of water, being together, we will share what we have if you do the same. And hey some of us are good shots,” the old man said.
The leader looks to me, searching for advice, maybe hoping I would tell them to move on after what I’ve been through. But I Couldn't.
“We join up,” I told them. I know this could turn out bad, but like Cole I have a sister out there somewhere, hopefully alive and safe.
There was still some tension and I stepped up. “Could use a drink,” I said. The old man nodded and went to get the water. BANG a shot rang.
I grabbed my chest fearing the worst. The teenage girl had the revolver in hand aiming away. “Those fucking things are all over,” she said.
Her smile was wicked, the dead bastard fell to the ground, he had a construction workers hat on, covered in blood and his head blown apart.
This was going to work out, she was a dead on shot, better than some of the team. “Shot can’s for years. I love guns," she said with a grin.
Traded some guns, food & music, guess it did come in handy. Sorry Jacob wish you made it, only got to know your name after you were gone.
“We need a place to regroup,” I told them. “The Fire station's not far,” the old man said, “should be hard for the dead to get it.”
I looked to the leader and he nodded, “okay, we head to the fire station.” We got in our vehicles and hit the road. With the van beside us.
I was on Turret, could only hope the fire station would be safe, I know once it was cleared I could lock it up good. But for how long.
14 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
We drove there. Nailed some dead on the way. The family following behind. That girl is a great shot. Not bad at all. Cole watching her.
The fire station had cement road block barriers blocking entrance. There were six armed men on the roof brandishing AK47's. Motorcycles.
Bikes outlining the yard. Don't know what Club. They took aim at us on sight. Got on the Turret right away. They watched.
Leader stopped the vehicle and looked up at me. "Don't take your eyes off of them." I shook my head. "This don't feel right. Who are they?"
"Don't know," he said, taking a deep breath. "No one we want trouble with. Judging by them bikes, there's a lot of em we can't see."
Garage door slid open and five guys walk out with AK 74's. One of them leading the way. "Ya'll jus git!" He yelled, aiming right at me.
"We're just trying to find safety lad. We don't want any trouble," heard a voice say. Old man did not stay in his van. The biker grins.
He was lookin right passed the old man. The van. "The girl. Give her up and we'll let ya leave alive," he demanded through his evil face.
Saw her sitting there. Shorts on and a tank top. Boots. Young. I knew what would happen to her if he got her. "Can't," I said.
More bikers came out. There had to be at least 30 of them. A woman came striding out, dressed like a fire woman. She had bruises. "Please."
She was begging. "Git her inside, check on the others," the biker barked. "How many friends you have in there?" I asked. He looked up at me.
"Lot's," he laughed. Overplayed it. He's lying. I can always see the face you hide from everyone. Even when you bastards lie to me. Truth.
I couldn't say anything else. They were gonna kill us, take our stuff, hurt the girls. In that order. Had to make a decision now.
I looked down at the leader. His eyes on them. Holding a Grenade from the door. Turned the turret and ended it before it started. Sad.
Didn't forget the guys on the roof. They tried to run but you can't outrun this thing. Crashed up a fire engine inside pretty good too.
"Inside, the dead will come!" I yelled. Our people ran. Feels weird saying it in my head. A little while ago, I thought I was alone.
They grabbed the guns. The vehicle pushed aside a barrier with ease. Well it did dent the front a bit. We were inside closing the gate.
We didn't know what was waiting in here for us. More bikers? We knew they were keeping people against their will. I hate that shit.
15 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
They were just going to walk right into the rest of the station. I blocked them off and closed the garage door. Said "Shhh."
"We need a plan. There could be more in there." Before I could continue, Cole had one of the biker's vests on. He was grinning.
We opened the heavy metal door and walked into the station from the garage. Sure enough there was a man standing there, holding an axe.
I looked at him, he looked at us. "You're not one of them," he stated. "No. Are there anymore?" "No," he replied. Lowering the axe.
"Where are the rest of the people they were holding?" The leader asked. Cole grabbed his arm. "Dom, this doesn't feel right. Be careful".
"Dom, huh?" I said. "Yep Dominic Satoro," he said. "Savage Klaxon," I replied, shaking his hand. Cole stared at us until we moved on.
We followed the burly axe holding man through the filthy twists and turns of the office. Supplies and garbage everywhere. "What a pigsty."
The man just grinned and led on. "You a firefighter?" Dom asked. "Something like that," he said coming to a locked room. "They’re in here."
"Open the door," Dom said, pointing. "Can't don't have the key," he replied. "Where is it?" I asked. "One of them bikers took it."
I ripped the axe away from him and shoved him back, tossing it over to Cole. Had my trusty multi-tool and the door open in no time.
When we entered the room we found, men, women, and children all sitting on the floor. There were boxes piled up along the walls for storage.
The woman I saw in the garage who begged for help stood up. Her blonde lochs cascaded over her shoulders. "You did it. Thank you," she said.
When the fireman who had the axe stepped in, I could see some of the people shocked. I turned and socked him in that sweet spot in the jaw.
The bastard didn't fall down. Some of the women screamed. He speared me to the ground. I felt his monstrous fist crash into my ribs.
Loud thud and the giant of a man collapsed over me. He was pulled away and the quiet guy from the red truck helped me up. He smiled.
"Glad you're not alone now?" He asked, nodding to me. I was. I didn't tell him though. "McKinley," he announced. We shook hands. "Thanks."
I looked down at the big guy. "Why did you attack him?" McKinley asked. I saw their faces. I know a problem when I see one. "Instinct."
"He's one of them. He dresses like that to fool others. Some of these people know that," the blonde woman stated, pointing down at him.
16 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
My new 'FRIENDS' pulled that guy into the room. We came around some old tables and I saw a young man laying on the floor. He was pale.
Shivering, breathing shallow. Saw this before. I stepped back. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" a man yelled. The crazy fool attacked me. He struck me.
Instinct kicked in. Grabbed his arm and flipped him on the floor. People screamed. Some bolted out the door. This was bad, If they got out.
I knew Zombies would be everywhere out there. They had to hear us from before. Even with the suppressors. The bikers made a lot of noise.
We had a lot of scared people about to turn on us. Dom pulled me back from the man and looked down at the boy. "Damn it!" He swore, knowing.
"Keep away from my son," the man shouted. "He's infected," I yelled. "I know. I'll do it when the time comes. You don't touch him."
"It's gotta be now. He's gonna mark somebody," Dom warned. "I can't," he cried. "Take him outta here," Dom commanded. I grabbed the man.
"No," Dom called. "We'll take the boy outside. Then this coward can watch him turn from the roof. Go ahead. Put that boy through that pain."
"You don't understand..." The man whined. "The hell I don't," Dom said. "I lost everyone I ever knew to this toilet of a world. Saw death."
"Dom!" Cole called. "They got the door open. They're running into the street. The dead are coming and we got no one on guns."
17 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
The chaos wrecked through everyone like an unseen force, zombie gurgling and moaning out, the scent in the air unbearable. I checked my gun.
"Savage, get to the roof," Dom ordered. "The turret," I yelled back. He stared at me, "I'll take your back, guys lets go," Dom called.
We quickly went to the garage, door wide open zombies in the entrance, one of them wearing a fireman uniform. He tried to come back home.
Dom took out the fireman and three others attracted by the sound entered. "Dammit who the hell decided to run, they should be shot."
Zombies polluted the streets, I have no idea why they all headed this way but wanted to take them out before it was too late for us.
Cole at my side the other guys rushing up and breaching the garage door, shots ringing out, clips being changed and zombies falling.
I leapt onto the turret truck, my team taking my back. The dead were falling like flies, some getting back up from our hasty attacks.
"In the fucking heads," I yelled. "Don't waste the ammo." Dom got on the back of the truck grabbing a centurion arms MK12K, boss gun.
Heads imploded from Dom's shots. Hit the turret and tore the dead apart. The teen girl from the van joined us, I nodded to her awesome aim.
"Get back in the station," someone yelled. I saw a few of the people who ran were swarmed by the dead, some crying out in helpless horror.
"Fuck," one of the team yelled, "the old guy from the van got bitten." The teen girl screamed and ran to the old man, "No!" She cried.
This could only go more down hill. His wife nowhere to be seen, the teen girl took him back into the station and the door began to close.
18 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
"Get in," Dom yelled, "We can't fight them all." I grabbed some bags and got in before the door closed all the way. The others followed.
"I don't know where it came from," the old man said. The teen girl held onto him. "What am I supposed to do?" The old man cupped her face.
"You know what will happen next, I'm going to go soon," the old man told her. He looked around and lowered his head, not finding his wife.
Someone slammed into the door from the outside, I feared one of the team was still out there and ran to check. Old man's wife was outside.
Her arms swinging into the door, part of her face pulled back. Shit, she was dead, how the hell did that happen. "Karen," the old man said.
He was right beside me looking at his wife, tears in his eyes. "God," hand on the window looking out at her. "I love you," he said.
"Give me the revolver," he told the teenage girl. "I'm going out there," his eyes glassy, turning a murky white. She handed him the gun.
The other man from his van came forward, "you don't have to do this!" He yelled. "Damn right I do," he shot back. "I won't leave her.”
He took out all but two bullets and went out the door shoving her back as he exited. Bang! She fell, he didn't look back, kneeled by her.
I heard him cry out then the second shot. The teen girl grabbed onto my arm, her grip hard, she pushed her face into my shoulder and cried.
19 May myzombiejournal Savage Klaxon
That was hard. Kept seeing that old man’s face. He was very brave. It must have taken everything inside him to do what he did.
Heard the dead all night, made it impossible to sleep. I searched the fire-station, looking for anything that maybe useful, axes & tools.
At morning Discussions began about what our plans were, some people from the fire station wanted to come with us. Not sure if they should.
Weapons, supplies, food, no idea of what to do next, I brought up the loss of gear and weapons. "We should go back for the red truck."
"No way," one of the team said, "I'm not risking my ass." I shook my head. "Listen we'll need ammo, we can't get it everywhere," I said.
"You want to backtrack?" Dom asked. "Fuck yeah, we need the guns, the ammo. The water we accumulated." Cole looked at me, he didn't agree.
Argued back and forth, not many agreeing with me. This is the team dynamic, they may want to play it safe, but I know how to survive.
"We need guns, I will go back. I'll take a vehicle in the lot," I told them. "Savage," Dom called, "you can't. These people need you here."
"You pulled me from my safe house, I was safe and you guys came destroyed everything I had. I'm trying but COME ON DOM! we need to go back."
Large trucks roared close, at first I thought they were buses. Sirens called out. They were purposely calling out the dead. Crazy fools.
Loud gun shots rang, ear piercing. "KILL THEM ALL!" A woman calls on a speaker. We went to the windows. Big black trucks & armed forces.
They were definitely Mercenaries. They shot all the zombies. "Fire station to the left," the speaker woman called out. "Investigate."
"Do we stay?" a woman from the fire station asked. "no way," I told her, not after the things I've witnessed. They were not here for saving.
"We should go around back and take their truck," one of the guys from the fire station said, I looked at him. "Aiden," he said. "We should."
"They're coming this way. Everybody in the back. Savage hope you locked this place up good," Dom said. They moved into the back, praying.
I covered the turret truck with fire blankets and hid along the wall, they tried the doors. Banged on windows. Heard them talk of tools.
"Mark it on GPS, Team 2 needs back up," the speaker woman ordered. They rushed to their trucks, one came back and placed a beacon.
People that were in the station must have went out a back door, they came around the building and ran to the trucks "HELP US," they cried.
The mercs didn't even think twice they opened fire and shot them all dead. "FUCK!" Dom yells. "Those pricks will pay. Savage on turret."
Had no idea what he planned. Jumped on turret and cole opened the doors, he rolled out. "Fire!" Dom ordered. I did as told. Aimed and shot.
One of the trucks sped away not wanting a battle. Took out a whole crew, didn't even think about it. They deserved what they got.
Cole led the team to their truck found two more, they gave up, tossed their weapons. "You don't know who you're fucking with," one said.
"You killed them," I pointed. The teen girl jumped on the truck, "You're fucking awesome on this thing." She smiled and smacked my ass.
I looked at her, unsure. Aiden jumped in their truck, "taking out their GPS and the trackers. They won't find us." Dom gathered the others.
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