This is a story about the apocalypse that started in 2023. Well...more of a journal really, but either way this book will tell you a first person account of what happened then. Also if anyone finds this on a dead body, zombie or something of that sort, continue it. I don't want my trials to be in vain. If you wrote in this book enter your name, age (when you got this book), description of yourself, date of when you got this book (if you know it), and number of them that you have killed up to that date on the page after the last entry. Oh, and if you can, please give a description of how the previous person died and how you received this notebook. If this fills up get two notebooks. Give one to the person you know won't give up writing, and make another other as your own to continue the story. If you are able, also come to Rossville, TN on the ninth of December every year. I want the carriers of the notebooks to be able to deposit their completed books safely; and to honor the ones who died carrying the history of this disaster. Keep the books together, safe and most importantly keep writing.
Signed,
Peter Browns, 15, long blond hair (usually in ponytail), blue eyes, 6'4', well muscled, Caucasian, 175lbs (The weight is from my height), 12/9/23
Day one after the beginning of the end. (Written on day three.)
Well where should I start. The beginning seems to be a good place; when I first realized that this was happening. That started when my parents were killed. It was on a Sunday. My dad was at the local church, my mom was cooking lunch my brother was on the computer, my sister was sewing and I was in my room reading. I heard a noise like a scream high pitched. Startled I got off my chair to go to the living room and check what was going on. Then I saw it. Through the window there was a person but not a living person. There was a living corpse. Now I know that those aren't uncommon these days, but this was the first time that I had seen one (or a human corpse for that matter). It was a pale gray and limping with a bite mark on its hip through its suit pants. It wasn't too close to the house it was about 100 feet away, but I knew that it needed to be kept away. I ran over to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher and filleting knife. My brother and sister were out by that time and saw it. Katherine(Kat) screamed and Paten stood stock still. I ran out the front door and towards the corpse. It saw me and sped up almost to a jogging pace and started to flail its arms. I slashed the bigger knife at its hand while stabbing at its neck with the smaller. Its hand thunked onto the knife and sickeningly fell into two pieces as my other strike hit. It suddenly jerked and jumped as it fell over onto me. Then I saw the worst thing ever to see at that point. No it wasn't a horde of them coming to storm the house. It was its face, my father's face. That was when I heard the worst thing to hear. The scream of my mother.
All right this is my first attempt at a public story. I hope that it is good. Please tell me if there is anything I need to fix or anything I should add. I'll try to post at least one part per month. Thank you!
