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It has taken four days now, but the deaders have started arriving with big brown boxes with WHO stamped on the side. I don’t think WHO will miss them much, or even who WHO is.

The crazy man was very excited and he made me start working straight away popping out more white stones out of round, silver packets, four from each silver packet.

He has boiled up a batch of the other yellow and white stones with these new ones and is waiting for it to cool.

In the meantime I’m off to see what the deaders have caught me for dinner.

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Posted by on 10 March in Zombie Philes


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I woke this morning with what felt like a kick to the foot. When I looked up the woman and Eve were staring down at me like they had been waiting for ages. There was frost on the ground around me and my breath was like a fog when it came out of my nose and mouth.

The sun was barely up, but I packed up my things and started walking. The deaders followed. They like the cold.

About an hour later I saw a familiar gate. The sign had fallen down but I remembered dad lifting me over the gate to avoid some deaders.

The building looked very tired and dirty. Eve and the woman walked me around the side of the building to a door. I knocked but nothing happened. The woman looked back at the millions of followers and they all started walking back to the road and disappearing into the trees and bushes, leaving just me, Eve and the woman standing there.

I banged on the door some more and shouted out hello so if anybody was inside they would know I was not a deader.

Finally I heard some shuffling noises behind the door and a croaky voice asked who was there. I said I was Adam and I needed to come in. After a long time the door opened a crack and when he saw the woman and Eve it slammed shut again. I talked to him to tell him it was OK and that they wouldn’t hurt him and after a very long time the door opened again.

It was a very grubby and beardy man in a dirty white coat with frightened eyes. He was half starved and acting all jumpy.

When the door opened the woman pushed past him and Eve and I followed. He slammed the door shut again and just stood there staring at me.

The woman reached into her pocket and took out the rattley, crinkly thing and held it out to the man who just stared at her hand. And a voice in my head said the man should use these and that he would know what to do.

The man wasn’t moving to take whatever it was, so we all just walked in to the building and found a room. It was a mess and smelled of sweat and poop. The man followed us and looked very confused and scared.

The woman put the rattley, crinkly thing on a table and it looked like yellow and white stones in two rows in bubbles of plastic, with a shiny silver back.

The man just ran off to another part of the building and hid himself away. The woman told me to check outside and when I did there was a whole goat lying there and all of the deaders were hidden away in the trees.

I lit a big fire outside and carved up the goat with my handy dandy machete and cooked it. There will be plenty for me and the man when he finally comes back again.

Tonight I will be sleeping inside a safe building. Not that I need to be safe because the deaders don’t want to eat me anymore. It’s strange that, now I’ve finally found a safe place to be, I don’t need the safety as much.

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Posted by on 26 February in Zombie Philes


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Just when I thought I was lost and wouldn’t be able to find the way, I found a familiar looking road today. I sat down and thought very, very hard about it and my memory told me that this was a road my dad and I took. It’s a bit of a side road, and it is surrounded in big trees and overgrown bushes.

I was going to start walking down there when Eve and the woman walked in front of me and stopped me. I don’t know why they did this. The woman looked back at the deaders and a group of them turned off and headed back to the town we had left.

There was no getting past Eve and the woman, so I sat on a rock and played with a stick for a while. Eve just looked down at me and made me feel nervous. Perhaps she wanted to eat me, but I don’t think so.

After a few hours had gone by, a deader stumbled up to the woman and handed her something rattley and crinkly sounding which she stuffed into a pocket and we could move on.

Because of the delay, we didn’t get very far down the road before the dark came and it was time to stop. I don’t think the deaders can see in the dark. They prefer the night time because it is cooler and they are always very hot. I can’t see in the dark, so it is too dangerous to walk around in case I hurt myself.

So I made a fire and cooked my offering. Tonight I was given a big black and white furry thing I had to skin first. It tasted bad, but there was lots of meat. I’ll sleep in a hollow by the side of the road tonight and hope to find the building tomorrow.

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Posted by on 25 February in Zombie Philes


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I don’t know how I’m supposed to remember where to find this building Eve wants me to go to. It was way before the train and the very bad men. It was when I was with my dad and a lot of those memories and locked up in a place in my head where I don’t like to look because they make me sad.

I just keep walking North. The buzzing in my head is quiet now, and there are no other voices of the deaders. I don’t think it has ever been this quiet in my head before. And even though there are a million shuffling bodies walking along behind me every day, I don’t think I have ever felt this alone.

When I need to eat, there is always a dead rabbit or fox or leg of some animal dropped at my feet. The rest of the animal must be feeding the masses. When I need to drink I fill my bottles at a stream. But when I need privacy, there’s always a group that follow me. Either thinking I’m leading them the right way, or maybe just to protect me, I don’t know. They are never far behind.

I even spent a day running to get away from them all because it was spooky. I slept in an overgrown hedge and when I woke up they were they all waiting for me as they had walked through the night.

I don’t like being popular very much.

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Posted by on 21 February in Zombie Philes


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My life is nothing but walking now.

Eve and the woman don’t talk to me. The line of deaders stretches back as far as I can see, and they keep coming out of the streets and forest and join the millions behind me. And when we get to a town they smash down doors and break open windows to let out the ones trapped inside, which I think is nice, but still scary because they just make the numbers behind me more and more.

They bring me dead animals to eat because they know I need food, but it is strange. It feels like I am their king like in the books dad made me read.

The other night we came to a town and they busted into a building and I heard gun shots and screaming and the deaders had grabbed some non-dead and dragged them into the mob of deaders. And I shouted at them to stop and tried to push through to help, but there were too many for me to push through and they all got in my way. I never did get to see who it was because I hadn’t got anywhere near where they were by the time the screaming stopped.

It made me sad that when finally the deaders started to show some signs of thinking that they still had to rip and tear into living people.

I stayed angry at them for two more days after that.

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Posted by on 17 February in Zombie Philes


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I cooked the fox over a fire I made from the broken desk and a chair I found, and none of the deaders disturbed me. I slept through most of the night and when I woke up Eve and the woman were back in the room again waiting for me.

They said they were ready, in my head, and we were all to go for another big walk. But this time I wouldn’t be alone.

We were to start our big journey North, and I was to lead them.

When I walked out of the building, all of the deaders, all of them, were standing there just watching me. And as I walked, they all turned and followed. And I walked North, and was followed by lots and lots and hundreds of deaders. And they all stayed behind me. Even Eve and the woman.

And there was this picture in my head. The thing I needed to find. It was a building with bars over the windows and a big metal gate. And I felt I had been there before with my dad. And all I could remember about it was chocolate bars.

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Posted by on 13 February in Zombie Philes


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It’s all wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

I should start at the start, to make this clearer in my head.

The last few miles were like I was walking through a fog. But the fog was only in my head. The masses of deader was so thick and at times I had to physically push through them there were so many. And they smelled of death and guts and rotting.

I could see the building up ahead. It was white, and all glass windows, until I could see at the bottom the glass was all broken and not there.

Outside the deaders milled around as if they were bored and looking for something to do. Inside the building was empty except for an old overturned desk and some long since empty plant pots. In the middle of the room stood a deader woman, and next to her was a little deader girl. She looked about my age, maybe a little younger.

The woman was very pretty once, but the rot had set in and she was all leathery skin and jutting bones just beneath the surface.

Then the woman’s voice was in my head. She said she had seen me as a baby once when I was with my dad, and that my dad had once been married to her before she was made dead. And that the little girl was born from a deader mother just like me just before her mum was made re-dead, just like my mum had been.

Then the girl’s voice spoke to me and said her name was Eve, and that we had a job to do. And that everything would be alright. And she asked me if I was ready to do what had to be done.

But I wasn’t sure, and I had to lie down and think. So I thought and thought about how I wanted to help the deaders, because I know that locked inside them is the body’s real owner, but I didn’t want to help if it was the deaders I was helping because all they wanted to do was to bite and eat not-dead people. I was confused.

I told Eve I would help if it helped the not-dead people and she was happy with that. And a deader came in and dropped a dead fox at my feet and left. And Eve and the woman left the big room, and I’m here on my own now in a white room with lots and lots of deaders milling around outside.

But I think I might have done the wrong thing. I think it’s all so wrong somehow. But I don’t know how.

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Posted by on 12 February in Zombie Philes


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