Beatles Horror Stories

Written Plea

To any person out there reading this,

My name is George Harrison, and I have been stuck in this house for months now.

I know that there is little chance of anyone still being out there in my area, so, I'm planning on placing this in a bottle, sealing it, and throwing it in the river nearby.

I would write down the address, but everything is so destroyed that I can't even tell what street I'm on.

The house has the front door boarded up, all windows blocked, and I think it used to be mainly colored white on the outside.

But then again, I might die after I throw this in the river, so I don't even know if I should do this.

If my memory can be trusted, it has been almost a year since this whole zombie thing started.

My memory is completely blank in a lot of areas, probably due to the combination of fear and starvation I'm suffering with.

Anyway, I can't exactly remember what happened to John, Paul, and Ringo. All I know is that I arrived at this house alone.

They're probably a part of them now.

I'm out of food, and the nearest store that still has food in it is a mile away. I don't have the energy to go there right now.

The only type of weapons I could find in this house are a couple of fire pokers and a baseball bat. It seems like the family that lived here previously packed up and left a long time ago.

I rarely ever sleep anymore.

At night, I hear them roam down the streets, groaning and moaning.

I peak through the cracks in the boards covering the windows outside sometimes, but all I see is chunks of rotten flesh laying on the street, along with one or two zombies every now and then.

It looked empty when I peeked out there a few moments ago, but I know that I'll encounter at least one during my trip to the river.

I'm so weak that I can't even manage to pry the boards off the front door, so I have no choice but to use the back door again.

Luckily, the family left the keys for that door on the dinner table, so I always keep it locked whenever I'm inside or out.

It was unlocked when I first came here, so maybe they just left in a rush in their car.

At least the house was empty.

Anyway, I don't know where this note will end up, or if it will ever be found.

I don't know if there's even people left out there who can read it.

But, if you are reading this, please be careful. 

I want help. I need help.

But, I have no idea where I am. The road signs are either destroyed or covered in blood.

I know that it will likely never happen, but please try to come and find me. 

I'll try to make the house stick out in any way I can.

Just please send help.

Well, it's about time I bottle this up and throw it in the river.

Lets just hope that I'm still strong enough to use the fire poker to my advantage.

Goodbye.