Ted's Journal One

A Chapter by Kitty

I woke with a start. The familiar noises of the mutilated walking dead echoed throughout the hallway. I thought I had made myself promise to block the entrances, making the mistake of letting fatigue drag me down instead of checking. I had been smart, though, because I had thought out an emergency plan of escape. Grabbing my AK-47 and putting the strap on, I made sure I had a full magazine. It was going to be difficult to get out of this hotel.

After about 5 minutes of gathering my belongings and such, I took the time to leave a message to whoever else found refuge here. "shoot their head, make them dead." I wrote on the wall. After that I covered my face and limbs with blood from an infected corpse. I figured out that if the zombies smelled the infected blood that they'd assume you were one of them. But if you started sweating they could smell the living flesh and they would attack you.

I walked amongst them, passing their wreaking open wounds with no more than a wrinkle of my nose. I had gotten used to it. My plan was to just walk through them, instead of trying to kill the horde, which was possible, but a waste of time and resources. I had very limited time to get to the subway. I was trying to get back home, back to Houston, and I figured since most of the zombies remained aboveground, then underground travel would be much easier going.

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About 5:00 o'clock p.m. I came to the Ohio TRAM station. A good thing too, because the scent of the morning's blood cover up was wearing off. I had kept calm most of the day, so sweating was kept to a minimum. "Rrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaaakkkkccchhhhh!!!!!!," a nearby zombie exclaimed. Realizing I had attracted attention, I ran down the dark, cold steps into the subway station. I knew there were survivors down here because they had radioed over channel 19 that they needed help this morning.

I realized I had very limited time to get to the survivors, so I hustled, tripping over myself and stumbling down into where the trains used to travel. Getting back up, I noticed dark red stains on my hands and a sudden warm, wet feeling. "That's just great," I thought to myself. When I got back up, I heard footsteps, and something dragging, like a body left out in the open being carried back to the zombie "nest". But then I heard the low rumbling growl...

"Crawler..." I mumbled, holding my breath so as not to release any sign of fear. I swallowed, feeling the lump in my throat swell up from fear. If there were anything worse than a fully adapted Crawler, it was a fully adapted Crawler in the dark. Trying to ignore the constant threat of death, I tucked my hands in my armpits so they couldn't smell my blood.

I followed the survivors' instructions that were released this morning, eager to seek refuge with another Living. My heart pounding and racing inside my chest, I finally found the door. "RRRRrrraaaaaaaaach!!!!!" echoed through the cave-like tunnel, probably from the Crawler. "Let me in, they're after me!" I pleaded, and with the speed and grace of a vampire I the door opened and I was pulled inside...