After The Fall: Second Entry

2 full MRE

2 full bottles of water

¾ bottle of water

1 map

1 Pencil

1 M1911

2 Magazines

3 .45 caliber bullets

4 20 gauge Shells

1 hatchet

The barricades seem to be holding for now. Bonus, I found some shotgun shells on the floor under the couch. Looks like someone may have dropped them in a hurry and never picked them up. Hell, most of this house looks like someone left in a hurry with intentions to come back. By the amount of dust, they never made it back. Sad tragedy of the times.

Since everything on the home front is secure for the moment, might as well continue the story of what happened.

Well, as you know day one happened. I hid in my room and watched anime with headphones in. Day two was a bit different. The next morning, after roughly 18 hours not leaving the bed, I heard some talking from in the hallway. Turns out, I’m not the only person in these dorms. Honestly, that didn’t make me feel much safer. After listening for a bit though I began to recognize a few of the voices from around the dorm from before.

Come to find out that most of them had been on campus when the shit hit the fan. Apparently, guys and girls from a few different dorms had managed to end up here. One guy, I think his name was mitch or something, had been studying history and had decided he was the best person to take charge. He was horrible as a leader but he did have some good ideas to block the stair ways up from the second floor just in case some of the dead got inside. So that’s what we did. Well, some of us. A few others and myself went down to the first floor, three in total, to see if anyone else had made it back and to look for anything that might help us survive. Food. Water. Important things. We learned some new information that day. You don’t have to be bitten to turn and the only way to kill someone that turned is by damaging the brain. Two very important things to know.

Of course because this is my story I had to be the one to learn it the hard way. Something I had learned by playing Tabletop RPG’s is that you never split the party. I still wish I had applied that lesson to real life, and not just because I am currently stuck in a house with too little ammo for too many zombies.

We had gone our separate ways on the first floor and for the first 30 minutes or so everything was fine. It’s a school so just about every room I checked had a backpack or messenger back of some kind. After 3 rooms I had scored a good amount of basic necessities. Food and drinks being the biggest things. In one bag I had started putting things like toothpaste and soap. It went south at the forth room.

Not having had any trouble so far I guess I had grown complacent. I put my bags down outside the room like I had the last two rooms and checked the door. This one wasn’t locked like the others had been. So, without a second thought, I made my way inside. I hadn’t taken three steps when the person inside was on me. Well, I guess I learned three things that day. Without any stimulation, like a hot and ready meal walking in front of them, zombies were quiet and didn’t move. They had explosive power when they did start moving though.

Before I even knew he was there this big guy was on me. I don’t mean big as in muscled. I mean big as if he had picked up a twinkie one day and ate everyone he came across since. He was on me like white on rice on a paper plate in a snow storm. In the span of a few heartbeats I had slammed against a desk, knocked a bunch of crap off and was on the floor with him snapping his teeth at my face. I did manage to get my legs under him and push him off. I had just enough time to grab a close object and get up before he was on me again.

One good thing about being at a college after zombies showed up, there are some massive textbooks that can be used as a weapon. One bad thing about not knowing what was true or not about zombies, is you tend to forget what all the shows and movies tell you to do. Here I am smacking this big ass zombie with the heavy ass textbook. In the chest. In the arms. In the back. Still, he kept coming.

My first kill of the zombie apocalypse? Well, it’s because zombies have no situational awareness. This big guy managed to tackle me down again and as luck would have it, we were close to that desk WE had slammed MY hip into before. As we went down physics and a desk corner saved my life. This zombie with all the force his big body could muster slammed his forehead right into the corner of that desk. Blood and gore went everywhere.

Now, I had a new problem. This big dead weight was laying on top of me. Luckily for me, the other two that had come down with me had heard the commotion and come running. Along with some small scared girl that they found here. It took three of us to get him off me. It was after they asked what happened and got a good laugh, including the new girl, out of it that we noticed something. He didn’t have any bite marks. He had died another way. From the note he had left on his bed we learned that he thought he wasn’t cut out for zombies. We found a bunch of empty insulin pens on the bed and floor also. He had injected himself with a lethal dose. If only he had know that there were others here. He might not have done that. I wonder how many others decided to opt out of the apocalypse.

After two trips down, taking more people to carry bags, we ended up with what we thought would be enough food and drinks to last a couple weeks until the military could get a handle on what was going on. Turns out we were wrong about both. The military never came. The issue we had with the food is going to have to wait. I got a cheese spread and hard bread from an MRE calling my name.

Going to move myself to the upstairs since the top of the landing also has a door. After some sleep, if I can, I am going to search the rest of the house. Who knows, maybe I can finally hit the jackpot.

Connor