Free Zombies! Rising from the Dead by Richard Palmer Page B

for Rick to freak out. We had to try as best we could to keep our heads on straight.

    “You’re right, you’re right. I have the house all boarded up, ain't no way these fuckers can get to us. I'm sorry, I just lost my cool” came his reply.

    “It’s okay, I understand; j ust do what you can to stay calm. Relax and go take care of Amanda. Try not to listen to what’s h appening out there, and if you need anything just cal l me”

    * From here I will leave off and pick up where my journal begins. You must remember for several days as this all went down Rick and I were running on nothing but adrenaline, our minds were racing a mile a minute with narrowly a thought as to what we were doing, so in reflection now some exact events in those early days were lost and I have to resort to my journal entries.. I will do my best to clarify as needed, between my memory, and my journal (plus Rick filling in a few gaps here and there) I will try to reconstruct the events over those next few months.

Chapter Five:
    The Zombie Chronicles

    Day Five

    I have decided to write a log of the days as they pass, it gives me something to do. The house is all boarded up; this place is locked down tighter than Fort Knox. I don't think those things could get in here if they tried, but I certainly hope they don't; I don't want to test I decided to start writing a journal to keep track their resolve. I've done all I can for now. I'm exhausted; I’ve been working for days on this lace. I have to try as best I can to get some rest.

    Day Six

    Rick is home he is as trapped as I am, funny thing, I dropped him off only days ago, it just all happened so fast. We are staying in touch with 2-way radios. We use them sparingly to save the batteries. He was going to come down here if things got too bad, but now he can’t even get out his front door; those things have them surrounded.

    As for me right now things aren't too bad. I still have electricity, water and heat I know sooner or later it will go out but I am going to utilize them all I can while I still have use of it. I also have peep holes cut in each corner of the house so I can see out and watch what these things are doing. I feel like I am a prisoner in my own
    home .

    Day Seven

    I have a radio and the TV is still working for now. The Emergency Broadcast Channel has been up for almost a week now. Up until a few days ago there were still live news broadcasts and updates, I guess things have gotten worse because one day I got up and there was nothing ; nothing but a blank screen and a generic E.B.C signal with an automated message. The last update I saw before it all went was from some doctor working with the CDC. It looked as though they had been moved into a bunker or something. That's the last live broadcast I ever saw. It’s all just repeated Emergency Broadcast recordings. I haven't been able to get any news from the outside in days. I have no idea what’s going on, when or if aid will ever come. I am preparing for the long haul.

    Day Eight

    I watch these things as they shamble across the grass, a lawn I used to be so proud of and worked so hard on. I don't think they know I am here, I've been quiet, careful not to make any sound. The house is deftly silent, so still in fact that I find it a little disturbing. It's as if everything around me has gone to sleep, waiting for the day when it will be safe to waken once again. I don't have much that I can do; all I do is sit and listen to those things outside. I can read some when I'm not distracted, luckily I have lots of books around me, book s I always intended to read but never got around to t hem. Now I have nothing but time; talk about solitude!

    Day Nine

    This whole mess started with a meteor in case I haven't told you. The radiation caused dead tissue to ‘wake up’. Putting it bluntly dead people started coming back to life; well not life exactly, but they weren't exactly dead anymore either. It’s not like in the movies, not