JE #1

JE #1

Memories, nightmares, pain, happiness, and even love. The post-apocalyptic world has all of this; but hey, at least I’m not living in fear anymore.

Damn it Hope, what does that even mean?

Restart. Ack. I’m not good at this. Why did I even pick this up? To keep me busy? Probably. Besides my job, there's not much to do around here. The world's dead. I’m just surviving. Life sucks.

It could be worse, I guess. I mean, I know what it’s like to be worse off. At least I’m safe in here with my girlfriend. Sometimes.

My job kinda makes it hard to enjoy being in here. I don’t exactly get the full luxuries that some people get here.

Maybe it’s for the best though. That I keep going back out there. Seeing what is out there, keeping a fresh image in my head of what we’re dealing with. Some people here have never seen it. How stupidly lucky they are.

Of course not all of them are like that. I’m not the only gatherer in this town. Other’s go out with me. Like for example, Martin. He’s been here since day one- no. Before day one.

This is his hometown. When news of the infection spreading and what all it did he made sure that all these people here were safe- not him of course, it was more of his parents. (I think they were some big deal in this town or something? I don’t know. They probs just made a big enough racket that people listened.)

Anyways. He goes out with me, along with a lot of other people who don't like feeling trapped or just want to get a good scope of what's out there. As long as you’re good at it. If you’re not good at it they don’t risk sending you out again. I don't even know what I’m complaining about anymore.

I don’t even know if I’m doing this whole journal thing right. Never done it before. (Great seg-way there Hope, you’re an a+ writer)

Is there even a right way to do it?

Probably. I don’t know.

This journal thing kinda sucks too. Makes me think of all the things I tried to forget.

Like my life before these walls. They were pretty hectic. Made and lost a bunch of great friends.

Although no one said that this had to be about the past year or so. I could write about my time before the infected took over. They weren't the best of the times but my goal was definitely a lot more than just “surviving”.

That’s about all I really care about now. Surviving. Helping my girlfriend survive. Helping this town survive. Provide for them and stuff. Hope to god that every time I go back out that I come back hopefully in one piece, if not at least minus only an arm, or hand, or leg or something.

Best thing that we’ve learned about the bites is if you chop off the limb that’s been bit right away you can get rid of the infection before it takes over everything.

But you gotta make sure you take care of that thing in a matter of minutes, half an hour at the most- and that’s really pushing it.

It’s a scary thing going out there. You never know what you might have to do that day. It might be an easy supply trip with no casualties. In and out of where you need to go in a matter of a couple hours...or you can have your bad days.

One of the worst days I’ve ever witnessed was three months ago. Me and couple other people had gone out on a simple everyday needs run that should have only taken an hour or so.

To be quite blunt with it…

We came back a couple days later……….and not everyone was there, along with all the supplies we gathered.

While out on that trip we weren't careful enough, well actually I like to think that I was like super on guard and s**t cause it was my, like, my third time  out or what not and I made sure a lot less people got hurt and everything. I totally pulled more than my own weight while other people did whatever it was they were doing.)

Anyways, we had finished our job right away and all that fun stuff and on our way back one of our members, coughcoughandycoughcough, spots an abandoned neighborhood and tells us we should check it out. Stupidly, all the other members agree (despite me telling the it was a bad idea. I swear, no one listens to the new girl even though this is her element!) and we make our way to our first house.

Well, as I predicted things did not go as they planned and we end up losing two members to bites. Shooting them in the head was not something I had planned on doing that day.

I’m gonna miss ya Stace and John. You put up a good fight.

(why the hell am I even writing about this, it's just making me cry again)

By this point (after defending ourselves and burying them) we had found a, surprisingly, abandoned house and made camp there. (On the plus side we were able to get extra everything like bags, clothes, food, personal hygiene items, etc…,etc…)

So everything's all hunky doory. We’re all moping about losing Stace and John and then lay out stuff to sleep on.

Sometime in the night Alice, our lookout cause she never gets any sleep while we’re out in the open, hears this loud pitched noise and looks out the window and finds this airplane or whatever in the sky.

She knows that’s bad s**t so she wakes me and Alec up and asks what to do. Alec and I both think we should get out of there but it’s way too dark and we have way too many things and people. All three of us decide to just wait it out.  

Well that was a s****y idea. By the time we wake up and look out the window there is a HUGE HERD of infected surrounding the entire neighborhood.

Holy. F*****g. S**t. I had never even seen that many infected together at the same time. The helicopter or whatever it was must had been collecting them for a long time.

It was terrible, at that point we had realized that this house was not properly infected proof. Um, open windows everywhere (by open I mean windows that didn't have the blinds shut or boards nailed in front of it) and the whole house was straight up un-boarded. Like, get your s**t together people; what the hell, we are practically defenseless.

So yeah, I’m sure you can see our problem. We had to remain COMPLETELY SILENT and not move anywhere because any sound or movement could catch one's attention and then it was all over for us.

And so what did our genious f*****g Andy Dampon do????? He started panicking when an infected looked into the window and stood up to shut the stupid blinds.

Well f****r!!! That wasn’t smart!! You know why??? Cause you stepped back into a desk when it saw you and dropped three f*****g pans on the hardwood floor!!

He caught the attention of way too many infected to defend ourselves from and they were piling up at the window and pressing their wrinkled bodies all over it. Cracks were forming in the glass the more they pressed on it and we just knew that we had to get out of there.

So, we gathered what we could and prepared out weapons and got the f**k out of there.

List of people that went on the trip:

Me

Grace

Martin Karm

Hank Randall (lost an arm)

Stace Maverick

Erich Lancaster

John Campen

Alice Trencher

Mave Crank

Mace Crank

Sandy Potts (lost a leg)

Alec Havner

Andy Dampon

List of people that I will miss from that trip:

Stace Maverick

John Campen

Alice Trencher

Mace Crank

Alec Havner

Andy Dampon

List of people that I will NOT miss from that trip:

Andy Dampon

Andy Dampon

Andy Dampon

Andy Dampon

Andy Dampom

ANDY. F*****G. DAMPON

Whoa there Hope, calm down. I know he was an a*s and got a lot of people killed (especially ones that you liked) but you gotta get over it.

That seems like a good place to stop, I guess.

I’ll try and keep this up but I will make no promises.

I’m not very good at keeping up with these things.

I’ll try my best though, later...I guess???

I don’t know.

Reviews

[Usagi Chan]

Here to drop review!
Good beginning, engaged me since the first paragraph itself. I like the narrator's personality though. The tone of anger, boredom, weariness... and a touch of humour in it. Wow, real good piece of work. Looking forward for the next chapter. Keep writing and good luck!! Ps. There were a bit grammar mistakes but all was great. The plot might be a little cliché (sorry) yea so I am expecting some twists.