Z Diaries 3

Z Diaries 3

I was up in Kings place watching him make t-shirts and smoking blunts with him and Dean and Turo when the shit first started popping off. I was all for it at first cause I was trying to talk my way outta paying Dean back a hundred bucks I owed him from a couple weeks back when my finances got a little fucked up cause they had laid a bunch of us off at Gurcall.
So we hear that crazy old bag that lives at the end of King's hall start screaming, but not her like normal jabber jabber. Like Fucking Screaming, screaming. And we're all like "Fuck!" So we all kind of jump up and go for the door at once and Turo bumps into Dean, and goes off balance and presses up against King's t-shirt maker thing, which is super fucking hot, you know? To dry the ink and shit. So Turo's like "Aaaaaah!", and King opens the door and turns around back to look at Turo, so he doesn't see, but Me and Dean are looking over his shoulder and we see the old lady like dive outta her door into the hall, and start trying to like crawl away, and she is fully fucking covered in blood. It's like squirting out of her neck and she slips in it, that's when Dean barfed.
So now the room smells like burnt ass Turo and fucking barf stink Dean, and old lady is totally dying, and her weird son comes like shuffling out into the hallway, and he has blood all over his ass too. And he starts walking at us and making this fucked up half moan, half like, like, sex pant. It was fucked up. And this is on skid row, yo. You do not want random people's blood getting on you down here.
So I'm like, "Later King" and I step out into the hall and down into the stairwell, and I hear King stepping to weird son, and like scuffling so I go back up the stairs and this fool is trying to bite King, who is punching him and shit, and even though weird son is all skinny and weak, he just keeps hold onto to King, and keeps pulling him closer and then BOOM! half his head just fucking disappears, And I'm all deaf and fucking BUGGING, and it's fucking DEAN. I didn't even know that fool packed, I thought he was like some sort of hippie and shit. And He's Cool As Fuck. All of sudden, like he just had to puke and then he could get all fucking icy and shit.
Then Old Lady starts to get up.
And she's making the same noise.
And Me and Dean and Turo all at the same time go-
"Fucking Zombies."
You should have seen the look on King's face. It was fucking priceless. He looked at us like we were stupid as hell, and Dean, by way of like, explaining points his gun at Old Lady, who is now up and shuffling toward us, and then BOOMS! her in the chest, and much guts spray out of her back, but she keeps shuffling. And Dean's goes, "See. now watch," and again BOOM! and her head explodes too. And she drops like a bag of concrete. Then like three more fucked up bloody walking people come around the corner below me. And seriously I started to feel a little fucking freaky at this point, not like sick, but like panicky or something. There are like seventy five semi-bum motherfuckers in this building. Between me and the street. We decided to go back into King's place and re-group.
We were up there for like seven weeks before we finally could make a run for it. King turned Z in the first night, he had cut up his hand on weird boys teeth, and it got him while Dean and Turo were sleeping. I heard him start to moan, and I had Dean's gun, cause I was on guard, but I didn't want to make noise and, man I didn't want to shoot fucking King, even if he was a zombie, he was my buddy. So I just pushed him instead. And when he stopped falling three stories later his head smashed and he died for real, but I didn't kill him, I just pushed him a little.
I don't know after that, it was probalby like what anybody else says, just straight fucked up shit for a long time, a long ass time.
You think we're lucky, or you think, like, the luckiest people of all were the ones who died, like the day before? So like, they never even had to know what fucking happened?

Z Diaries 2

Z Diaries 2

I got called out of gym class which was fine by me, I hadn't dressed and had taken an 'F' for the day, I wouldn't have been then at all save for the fact that that douche bag security guy with super gay mustache can actually run pretty fast. He beat all three of us from the north stairs to the exit into the teachers lot by the stage, and he was coming all the around the back of the auditorium. What ever, not like that bullshit matters anymore.
So I'm headed to the office, and my sister of all people is coming out of the vice principle's door. She was kind of shaky looking so I tried to be nice,
"The fuck is wrong with you, the football team get a little too rough?", I ask her.
"David!, You watch your mouth!", commands Mr Hannity the V.P.
"Eat shit, asshole." says Rachel.
"Rachel!", says Hannity.
I turn around and star walking away. Back to gym, or what ever.
"Mom Called!", shouts Rachel. I keep walking.
"She said for me to get you and go to Grandpa Turner's!"
I stop. GT is the only person in this family I can handle at the moment, if some thing's wrong with him, I care. I turn around and go back.
"She said to go right now, to leave our stuff in our locker's and get there as fast as we can."
I would've beat the mustache douche to the parking lot by 50 yards.

Shit was all weird and quiet in the car. I can't help it I think Rachel's friends are a bunch of shallow fuckwads, and by association, she is a bit of a fuckwad. Obviously, it's not a great feeling, but I mean, she used to be cool, and now she was all wrapped up in this pep squad A-crowd circus. She fucking asked me what I thought about her shoes one morning for chrissake...
Anyway, we're in the car and it's all weird and quiet so I reach over and turn on the radio, and it's lousy music, so I snap it back off, because I'm jittery, worrying about GT.
"What did mom say about GT?", I ask Rachel.
"She didn't, she said, all she said was, get your brother and go to Grandpa Turner's, Don't leave without David., that's exactly what she said".
We had just gotten to Fourth and were headed west toward the Carmine street on ramp to the interstate, (GT's place is about 30 minutes northwest of the city, kind of out in the sticks), when like ten or eleven police cruisers, two fire trucks and an ambulance come hauling ass down MLK boulevard, and turn onto Fourth in both directions without slowing down at all. They come careening through the intersection, one of the police cruisers skidding into and T-boning a station wagon that's stalled in the left hand turn lane. I catch a glimpse of it going by and the inside is an abbatior, abbatoirre, a what ever a fucking bloody ass slaughter house. Rachel sees it too, and turns to look at me, right in the middle of all these screaming emergency vehicles, and I think, I totally should be driving right now. The ambulance makes the intersection and a blue suited EMT dives out the back, which is hanging open, and bounces off the cop car behind them, spinning underneath the tires of the second firetruck. We clear the intersection, just in time, behind the cops come a butt load of TV vans and cars with people danging off the sides, and behind them, what looks like half the people who work in down town running flat out down Martin Luther King Boulevard.
"Gun it.", I say to Rachel. "Do it, gun it let's go, the problem isn't GT, it's some thing else, something big, let's go, let's go, let's go."
"Okay, Okay, okay." Says Rachel, then she stalls the fucking car.
I keep a cool head.
Some guy comes up and starts pounding on my window, and he looks super dirty, and pretty weak, so I flip him the bird through the glass, and finally Rachel gets the car started and moving and guy punches through the glass and reaches in the car. Rachel stomps on the gas and the bum guy just stands there, and I hear his arm make a snapping noise that actually makes me feel dizzy for a second. Then he just sort of turns toward the crowd running down MLK, and starts walking away, and I swear to fucking god you could see his bone sticking out. I mean whatever, if you're reading this you've seen worse, way worse, I know I have. But that was the time one of them touched me. I had no idea how close I was. We were both so lucky, or what ever, I guess mom saved us. Found out some thing was up and got us out, and we barely made it. We some how beat everybody else out of the city, got a away without a scratch, I didn't even get cut by the window. I guess mom's probably dead now, we lost GT the first week, raiders from suburbs gut shot him on his own porch. Rachel and I killed 5 of them and totaled one of their trucks. What ever, I guess that's a different story, what ever.

Z Diaries

Z Diaries 1

It was Carol who saved us. Things had escalated so quickly, so much more quickly than we come to expect this far from any urban centers. We ended up running headlong through the brush at the edge of the forest. Stupid. But when James was attacked Anne panicked, and the fear spread like wildfire. People shouted, shots were fired. Stupid, stupid. They probably heard those shots for miles. One became ten became twenty. There are probably hundreds of them out there now.
Carol. She saved us when she spotted the barn. I was reading myself the riot act because I left the hatchet AND the ax behind. For some goddamn dumb reason I grabbed Anne's guitar. The fucking guitar we'd all been too scared for her to play in months. What an idiot. After everything we've been through, everything we've managed to somehow survive, I pick up a fucking guitar. A fucking guitar.
And now Carol's dead.
I could say it was her own fault, waving her flashlight and screaming at the rest of us. I could say she should have known better, should have hid herself, should have run away, should have survived.
But she stopped running. And started waving, and screaming that there was a barn, a barn, to get inside to get upstairs. Standing there waving her light, screaming. And if she hadn't we would have all died to tonight, alone or in small terrified bands. Only seven of us made it here. Ten dead or missing. The quiet blond kid made it, and Travis and Tanisha. Anne is here, but we'll probably lose her too. She lost her sister and her man tonight. I tried to get her to sit with the kid and she scratched my arm something fierce. The other two I don't know, they're new from yesterday. We picked them up coming south out of Hygiene. Found them hiding in a little kids tree house. They had it wrapped round with barbed wire, all around down the trunk, and they were climbing down and tapping out the zees by hand.
Risky business that. It was Carol noticed them first too.
Carol who I could've saved with an ax, or even a hatchet. Carol who I couldn't save with a fucking guitar that didn't do no goddamn good against that fucking zee. Not a bit. Just splintered, and tore off more of that nasty stinking flesh, and it bit her anyway, bit her close. A fast bite. She twisted around and put a .38 through it's head and it slumped toward her. She side stepped it neatly, so efficient in her moves, like always. Go to the barn she said, Sorry, she said. She apologized. I couldn't see her well in the dark.
And then she shot herself.
Because I picked up a guitar. I could've picked up anything, a fucking rock for christ's sake.
And now we are seven.
And outside, scratching the flesh from their fingertips, scratching without no end, trying to get in, there are hundreds of them.
Thousands.
Millions.

And we are seven.