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The further south I get, the stronger the urge to get there becomes. I don’t know what is pulling me there, but I think it has something to do with the way I can hear the deaders in my head.

I don’t like it very much because it is like somebody making me do something and it not being because I want to do it myself, but I keep going anyway.

I went the long way around a town today because Dave Eckleston told me the streets of the town were full of deaders, including himself.

It was a good trip out of the way though because I got to see an old, stone building with a cross sticking out of the pointy roof, and all of the windows were made of coloured glass with pictures of people and animals and they all wore blankets. The people that is, not the animals.

There was just one deader in there and he wore black clothes with the remains of a stiff white collar around his neck, and he asked for my forgiveness as he lumbered towards me. And as I raised my knife to sink it into his skull he blessed me, which I think is a good thing and means I’ll have good luck in the future.

I hope that’s true because it means I might find some more cans of dog soon.

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Posted by on 19 January in Zombie Philes


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Bobby has been hurt and I have had to stop the bleeding with my shirt. We had a very bad day today with a Living who wanted to hurt us.

We went out this morning to find out what the motor sound was. On the road we found the tracks of wheels. Somebody had managed to get a car working and had driven past in the night. We thought that all of the fuel was bad and that getting anything working again was impossible, but the tracks were definitely from a car of some kind.

We carried on walking south which happened to be the same direction that the wheel marks went, or came from. We couldn’t tell which way it had been travelling.

When we came around a corner, there was this brown and white car. We could tell it was the one that was working because all the other cars on the roads these days are covered in dirt and rust and some even have weeds growing in and on them.

So we go up to this car to see if there is anybody in it and just as Bobby is putting his head through the open window to look in the car a man walks out of the trees on the side of the road and shouts at us.

He ran at Bobby with this long knife out and is shouting about us steeling his wheels and stuff. Bobby bangs his head on the car’s window frame pulling his head out too quickly, which must have dazed him because he doesn’t move fast enough and the man slices into his side with the knife.

I’m around the other side of the car, so can’t get there in time to stop it, but I pull out my gun and point it at the man and tell him to calm down and that Bobby didn’t want his car, but the man isn’t listening and is still shouting that he can’t trust anybody and that even the living are trying to get him. Bobby has fallen down and is holding his side and blood is coming out between his fingers.

The man lunges at Bobby just as I come around the back of the car and so I shoot and the force of the bullet throws the man off balance and he lands in the mud on the side of the road.

I can hear him wheezing as he tries to breathe but I’m more worried about Bobby and ask him if I can see where he has been hurt. It’s a deep cut along his side just below the ribs. The man is wheezing and coughing and I can see his body convulsing in the mud making a squelching noise. But his wheezing slows down and stops so I kicked him to see if he is still alive but he’s not.

To stop the blood coming out of Bobby I take off my shirt and bunch it up and press hard which makes Bobby cry, but I have to hold it hard to make the blood stop or Bobby might die.

After a while my shirt is all red, but the blood has mostly stopped. I had to hurt Bobby more when I stitched up the cut like my dad taught me a long time ago. Bobby cried a lot, but I told him I had to do it to stop his insides from falling out.

When Bobby was settled in the back of the car I checked out the boot and there are big plastic containers of something that smells like chemicals and a bit like the fat the drips off a cooking rabbit. This must be the fuel he was using in the car.

It’s a shame I had to shoot him. It would have been nice to talk to him and find out more about his Happening and After, but he was going to hurt Bobby some more, and Bobby is my friend.

We’ll sleep in the car tonight and think some more tomorrow.

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Posted by on 7 January in Zombie Philes


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The rain finally turned into drizzle today so Bobby and I got on the road again. Everything is damp and squishy, but at least we’re on the move again.

We took some time to set some snares up early and a few hours later were rewarded with three fat rabbits. Yum. We gutted and skinned them and we’ll cook those later today when we find a place to settle down.

There was a lonely deader on the road. All it was saying was how much it wanted to rip and tear and eviscerate. I don’t know what that last bit is, but his mind was obviously gone. I swung my handy dandy machete into the side of his head and the top of his ear was chopped off which looked funny. When his skull cracked open his voice stopped with what sounded like a sigh.

The fields are covered in big brown puddles the size of lakes. We came across a river and Bobby said it was called a canal, and back in the Before people used to use boats to drive up and down the canal. He said we should look for a boat and use it to travel instead of walking, but I don’t think we’ll be able to get one going. If they use fuel then we will never get one to work.

We are camping out in another shed again tonight. This one was used to hold hay because there are still mouldy rectangle bundles held together with rope in here.

It’s very dark out and Bobby and me both heard a noise. It sounded like a motor, but we don’t know what kind. It wasn’t very far away, but it is too dark to go out and investigate. It’ll have to wait for the morning when we can see if any deaders are coming.

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Posted by on 6 January in Zombie Philes


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It has been raining and pouring for three days now and we have been sleeping in a smelly old shed next to a burnt out farm house.

Our food is starting to run low, and with the bad weather the hunting for rabbits and things hasn’t been very good. They are sleeping in their burrows waiting for the rain to stop the same as us.

Bobby thought he heard a gunshot last night when I was asleep, but it was probably thunder because it is quite stormy out.

I’m bored. I think I’ll try catching a few more rats and then go to sleep early just to end this long and boring day quickly.

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Posted by on 4 January in Zombie Philes


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We’ve walked for days now. We follow the old roads and always head south.

A cat walked across the road in front of us yesterday. It had something furry in its mouth so we followed it. It was a little cat it was carrying in its mouth. It dropped it in the hollow of a tree and went back to the other side of the road and got another one. We watched this for a while and it put four of them in the tree hollow before sitting there licking them. I don’t think it was going to eat them.

I wish Mrs B could help explain what was going on. I’d like to hear her voice again. She was always able to explain things to me so I could make sense of things from the Before.

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Posted by on 29 December in Zombie Philes


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The roads are covered in grass and vines. We only know they’re roads because you can see the path ahead of you in a straight line, and if you dig down a little bit with your foot there’s hard ground underneath.

Some of the bridges have started to get a bit broken, and we have to be careful, especially on the high ones, that they don’t break when we walk on them. Bobby nearly slipped off the edge when one of them started crumbling along the edge. The rail fell off and into the river below and I grabbed him and pulled him back. I laughed because Bobby had a scared face, and he got mad, but then he started laughing too. I don’t think I’ve heard him laugh before. We ran to the other side of the bridge then fell in the grass and laughed a lot more. It felt nice.

We stopped laughing when the deaders came out of the forest for us. But they were slow, and Bobby and me didn’t like our fun being stopped, so we slashed their heads open and walked off with smiles on our faces.

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Posted by on 26 December in Zombie Philes


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We camped out near a stream. The grass around its banks was long and we had to cut through some of it to get to the water, but it was so cold and fresh it was worth the effort.

I set some snares and caught a rabbit and a squirrel. Bobby and me shared the rabbit but he let me eat the squirrel because he doesn’t like the taste.

There was a deader in the forest, but Bobby re-died him before he even knew we were there. Bobby is getting good with the knife and made it quick and mostly without any noise.

It was only just warm enough to sleep outside, but is here and we’ll have to find warmer places to sleep until that has passed. For now though there is enough sunlight and wild animals to keep us going until we reach the big city. I don’t know what we’ll find there, but we think it might be where Bobby is from, and I remember my dad saying that is where we started out. I just feel that something wants me to go there.

We’ll keep worrying about today until the day comes where we’re in the city. Then we’ll worry about that day.

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Posted by on 20 December in Zombie Philes


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