Free Fields of Rot by Jesse Dedman Page A

12/13/2014
     
    The media still doesn’t seem to have a fucking clue as to what is happening. A few reporters got it right, daring to use the words ‘Hell on earth’ but those reporters probably risked their necks for that juicy comment. But it is fucking real. I can’t believe how dumb they expect us to be. Dancing shows and dating TV continues to dominate as the most important matter, and the government still refuses to comment on the issue. Those defending themselves from the walking dead are being accused of beating down and killing people inflicted with a disease, or exhuming corpses. Lawyers are making insane money by telling the jury that the defendants purposefully killed the sick individual! Of course they are found guilty, the people are scared into believing that the murderer is some psychopath that only beats down sick people!
     
    Everyone has it wrong. The victims weren’t even living when they were walking, I’m sure of it. It sounds absurd to say the word zombie, but all those films, TV shows, video games, and comic books haven’t convinced me otherwise. I say they are fucking zombies. I could only hope that my friends reached the same conclusion. I haven’t seen any of them on Facebook in a while. I know Chad Fanhert updated his profile with another mind-blowing Youtube video, but he hasn’t been on since.
     
    The video was the last piece I needed to know that my survival kit was not ready. I’ll try to obtain more equipment tonight. I’m not sure how I would obtain a gun though.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Entry Seven, 12/14/2014
     
    Worse than I could ever imagine, beyond my wildest expectations, today unveiled the truth for everyone faster than my friends and I could ever have. Swarms of the risen dead walked through my neighborhood, tearing down doors, trampling through the yards, stopping only to dig their teeth into the flesh of the living. Cars wrecked up and down the street, people screaming as they ran for shelter, and officers trying to make sense of the madness.
     
    The officer was surprised that I was all alone, and he didn’t seem to believe that my folks were out of town. I didn’t quite understand the difficulty of the situation, but I guess after witnessing acts of savage cannibalism his ability to reason suffered. He offered me a ride in his cruiser, away from all the madness, so I took it. I didn’t think he would hesitate to plow into the walking dead. He treated the pedestrians as if they were all living, regardless of the decayed flesh and broken limbs. He stopped at another house for what I assumed was another search effort. He knocked at the door and waited impatiently while watching the chaotic episode that took place a few blocks away. I think he started to realize at that moment what he was dealing with, for he hauled ass back to the cruiser.
     
    I thought it would help to inform him of my blog and what I know, as if it could provide some useful tips, but he thought I was part of the problem. As if I possessed the power to call upon legions of the dead. The officer shouted at me as if I had some sort of fault in this, and he was too engrossed to notice the incoming car.
     
     
    To my surprise, the dead ones spared me from their eating frenzy. A shame for them since the police officer would’ve made an easy meal, as his face was pressed into the steering wheel. I climbed out from the wreckage, grabbed my bag, and found a solution to my gun problem. A simple handgun, a 9 mm, but it would serve for now. I searched the trunk and found a fierce looking shotgun with a bunch of ammo, and wondered why the cop was so reserved to assume that he would be killing zombies. No sense sending authorities to protect the people when they can’t even grasp the situation.
     
    Speaking of which, the area was cleared out. Destruction marked the homes, yards, and roads, while half-eaten bodies littered about, but not a single person in sight. I didn’t know what to do at that point.