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15th June

Reluctantly, Adam and I hit the road again today, and we’re some way down the road, about a quarter of the way back to the chemistry lab.

It took some doing, tearing ourselves away from a nice comfortable army base, with its 10 foot high fences, virtually unlimited weapons, and crates of food.  Still, we had promised the Doc we’d return to him with what we could.

The biggest dilemma was how to get more than what we could carry in our backpacks back to the lab.  That was soon solved when we found the golf carts. One was kitted out with a flat-bed on the back and we loaded this up with plenty of ammo, weapons and food, but then came the issue of the 6 years of dormancy slowly draining the batteries dead.

We discovered the generator – a huge, green metal box with an exhaust chimney sticking out the top.  A bit of tinkering and swearing and kicking later and it was up and chuffing out black smoke, coughing and choking on overaged diesel.  Once running with some semblance of normalcy, it was generating power and I plugged in the cart to charge up for a few hours.

We’ve long since scooped up all of the bodies and had a mass bonfire some way from the barracks.  This was a solid day’s work, but made the place a little more bearable.

So we’re on the road now.  Thankfully this electric buggy is quiet enough that we can zip along without attracting too much attention. We’re spending the night off the road and in a culvert under the road where things are slightly more defendable than being exposed out on the road.  We’ve got the food, we’ve got the ammo, we just need to make it through a few more nights out in the open again before we’re back at the lab and safe once more.

Hold it, I hear something…

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9th June

We’ve spent a couple of nights here now. We both feel safe behind the fence. Well, if a bunch of undead soldiers couldn’t find their way out for six years, what’s to say any will find their way in any time soon? Still, we check the perimeter just to be on the safe side.

Adam loves the short confidence course the soldiers must have used to keep fit. Some of the logs and climbs are a bit too high for him, but it’s the next best thing to a jungle gym for the poor chap.

We’ve got food here, in the way of expired dry rations. We’ve got security behind the fence. And to top it all off, we’ve got a truck load of weapons and ammo. Now, if only we could find a way to get this lot back to the Doc for his all new and improved inventions.

No hurry though, think we’ll stick it out a few more days and see what cunning plan I can come up with to get some of this food and ammo back to the chemical lab.

It’s nice to feel safe again, even if it is for a short time.

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7th June

It was Adam who made me think of the idea when he reminded me that the 12 foot high fence looked like the killing cage back in Sanctuary, that town all those weeks back. There they allowed the walkers to stumble into a cage, and then from the safety of the other side of the fence they just poked holes in their brains.

We spent most of this afternoon making a wide circumference of the perimeter fence to make sure there weren’t any holes or gates left open. Everything looks buttoned up pretty tight. The latch on the gate clipped it shut when it swung back into place from the spring attached, and any Living could easily unclip it to get in. Fortunately the snotties on the other hand don’t have the mental capacity to get around this wee conundrum.

As we broke cover and made for the fence out in the open they spotted us and started getting all excitable and dribbly. The first few were no bother, and Adam took up his usual position of watching our backs for a rear ambush as I poked the sharp end of a crow bar through the fence into the brain stem of each of them in turn. They simply didn’t care when their fellow comrades in arms (and in some cases, without arms) fell dead again at their feet. They purely focused on getting at me and Adam through the fence, completely oblivious to the fate awaiting them at the end of the high tensile bar in my hands.

All their shuffling and shaking of the fence to get to us attracted more and more of the blighters. I had to move up and down the fence as the piles of corpses on the ground were stopping others getting close enough to the fence for me to poke in the head. Despite the one or two books I read, or was it movies I saw, on zombies, the ones in real life don’t moan and groan. They are silent, and this is the most dangerous thing about them. Yes, they make one heck of a racket, as the ones did today, when there is something in their way and they’re trying to get at fresh meat, but no noises actually come from their mouths. That is unless you count the gurgling and slobbering you sometimes hear. But I put this down to excess bodily juices, not actual vocal capabilities.

As the numbers dwindled, Adam and I made our way towards the gate. I let Adam shoot the last couple. In this way he got a bit of target practice, and the noise would attract any stragglers from inside the compound. We had to be extra vigilant though as it would also attract anything from outside the compound too.

The clean up inside the compound was pretty straightforward. It appeared that only one guy had remained indoors when it all went down as there was nobody behind locked doors. There was one guy in the john though. He was stuck in a cubicle. We carefully let him out, ready to dispatch him and he just fell on his face. The rotting trousers around his ankles tripped him up. A chop to the back of the head ensured he stayed there and we were done. Adam and I looked at one another after that and just about wet ourselves over the poor blighter’s situation. Still, we were in the right room if we did come close to wetting ourselves.

We’ve found a load of expired dry rations and some semi comfortable cots to bunk down in tonight. It all got a bit too late to scavenge much more in the dark before we had to lock ourselves down for the evening.

All up, a good day’s work and more vitamins from the meal we just had than we’ve had in a long time. Excellent.

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6th June

We spent the day lurking in the bushes keeping an eye on the compound beyond the chain-link fence today.

That’s the thing about the army, and more so one which trains soldiers of all levels: they drum into them over and over again the importance of protecting one another. This is why a well trained army works so well it’s not just camaraderie and brotherhood. When the faecal matter impacts the turbine you know that your fellow trained buddies will have your back as you would have theirs. Now, herein lies the problem when it comes to a zombie apocalypse. You can have all the fences, barbed wire, guns and military training to keep the bad guys out, but if one of your own gets bitten, the first thing you do is pull them into the safety of your compound. It’s like that worm that gets into the apple and eats it from the inside out. It looks all shiny and wholesome from the outside, but inside it has been eaten alive.

So too it appears that this apple had seen its days not too long after the outbreak took hold. I’m sure they put up a great fight – the noise of several hundred guns going off would have attracted the slovs from miles around, but in the end, all it took was one infected comrade to be brought inside the compound before the place rotted at the core.

The army fatigues are hard to make out after so many years draped over a rotting corpse, but the lurchers stumbling aimlessly around inside the fence all look like they had died young. From our pozzie we can make out about 30 of them, so who knows how many are scattered throughout the place.

This is going to be about as much fun as a blunt stick in the eyeball.

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25th May

This guy is a freak show, but I’ve learnt so much about the zombies. I’ll try to summarise:

This is a chemical laboratory, so everything that Doc came up with is purely based on theory, a very well educated theory, but nothing solid. His best guess is that this plague is from something natural, not man-made. If it were man-made, there would be a vaccine readily available. When the government spooks concocted nasty viruses and things, they also made the matching vaccine too, in case they needed to make sure all the important people wouldn’t get affected. So that’s theory one.

His next theory is that this virus attacks the brain. Once the host body is taken over, it shuts down all unnecessary functions to ensure its own survival for as long as possible, hence only a head shot is effective in stopping them for good. A virus only wants two things: to survive, and to multiply. To do this its host must remain alive as long as possible, and it needs to find other living hosts to infect.

Doc had been studying slovs for as long as the outbreak had been going. The above are only his theories, the other stuff he’s been doing is the real reason the guy is such a freakshow.

Not knowing much about virology or even biology for that matter, he turned to the thing he knows best – chemistry. His lab is like a full blown evil genius’s lair, complete with bunsen burners and vials of bubbling liquids.

Knowing that there is no hope of a cure, well, from his own lab anyway, Doc has been working on weapons-of-slov-destruction. He has tried fire, acids, explosives, poisons and whilst not his realm of expertise, had even rigged up some laser of some kind to try out. All of these had mixed results, but he had settled on a number of key items he was now ready to move on to field trials of.

This is where I came in. It appeared that my timing couldn’t have been better. As a survivor of the outside world, Doc needed me to go out into the field and trial his new inventions, and report back on my findings.

Adam and I are going to hang out for a couple of days first and build up our strength. In the meantime Doc will show me his new toys and teach me about their use, and inherent dangers.

Happy to do my bit if it makes Adam’s any my world a safer place.

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23rd May

The building has been running on energy provided by a nearby wind farm. Seems that although their business is based on poisoning the planet with their chemicals, they made everything all right again by using renewable energy. On the up side, this meant that as long as power usage was kept low the place had continuous power. The building would have drawn off from the main grid when power usage went above what the wind farm generated, but with the grid now non-existent, Doc had to limit his power use to just what the wind farm could produce.

Adam and I left the Doc downstairs as we deployed our usual building clearing tactics. Adam watches my back as we methodically go room to room checking for snotties.

I like to take a quiet look into a room in case there are lots of them first. If not, I knock on something (door, wall, back of a zombie head) to get their attention, and as they shuffle over, I dispatch them with ol’ rusty trusty – my machete.

Adam watches my back and in the corners in case I miss anything. He has his gun now, but that is a last resort as we want to ninja our way around. Too much noise will get them lurching towards us from all over the place so we take it carefully.

The zoms here are all dressed in their suits, or in some cases, white lab coats. They’ve been locked in here for some time so they are pretty lethargic and gaunt. They don’t take a lot of killing. I pile them up in the hallways ready for getting rid of them later on. They’re very light, being not much more than bones with a leathery layer of skin stretched over them.

We spent most of today clearing out the 4 floors above ground level. Doc was relieved when we came back unscathed and no worse for wear.

I think he’s been fairly happy in his solitude all this time, but just too terrified to take on the mission we just went on.

As thanks he wanted to show us what he’s been up to for the past few years, but we were both pretty shattered after our day of slaughter. It’s pretty sapping running on non-stop adrenaline for hours on end. We hoovered a few snack bars from a vending machine upstairs and settled in for the night. I promised Doc we’d see what he’d been doing in here tomorrow.

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22nd May

We started the morning getting our heads back in anti-zombie mode. We’d spent the last few days locked behind huge walls with iron gates and wanted to ensure we were back on our ‘A’ game again before heading out for food.

I let Adam squeeze off a few shots at an empty paint can I set up on a wooden ledge to get his eye in.

The shots must have been heard from inside, because I saw a weasley face poke around the side of the door that I swear I saw somebody come out of a few days ago. I rushed over and he slammed the door again in fright. I know I look a bit of a mess, but this was unexpected.

A minute later the door tentatively opened again. Adam and I were just standing there waiting expectantly.

We call him the Doc. I know he insists he isn’t one and is just a junior lab assistant, but he’s the closest thing to an educated person we’ve seen for some time.

The building is used for studying chemicals. You know, pesticides, petroleum products, sanitisers, stuff like that. It’s not the lab we’re looking for, but it is something.

The Doc has been living off junk food from the vending machines around the floors of the building. It was evident from the candy wrappers and chip packets littering his work area. He was complaining that he hadn’t eaten for a few days because he had run out of coins for the vending machines and didn’t know what he was going to do. I put the butt of my machete through the glass frontage of a machine and threw a few packets at him. The poor sod hadn’t even considered smashing the thing.

He told us that most of his colleagues had stopped coming into work in the first few days of the outbreak all those years back. He was only at work because he was so diligent and didn’t want to lose his job. He was straight out of university and this was his first job. Of the others that did come into work, none were left, well, in a Living capacity anyway. One of the guys had got bit, but still came into work. When he turned, he took the rest of the staff out with him. The Doc only survived because he locked all the doors to his empty floor.

Although he had the run of the ground floor and basement, the rest of the building was overrun, and there was vital stuff he needed on the other floors.

Adam and I were just happy to be inside out of the rain, and have some food. I told the Doc that if he’d let us hang here for a bit, Adam and I could clear out the rest of the building for him, and he seemed pretty happy with that.

We’re bunking down in an empty office tonight. Tomorrow we’ll case the rest of the place and see if we can’t get Doc access to more vending machines.

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