Just left my bomb shelter. I'm not proud of what I've done to the others who lived with me. I've run out of food. I have a loaded m9 with a silencer and 2 extra magazines. I've got a laptop with satellite internet. I'm going to find a vehicle (preferably ...
I have been creeping across Canada on foot or by bike, carefully picking my way through urban environments seeking survivors, or anything with a face that wont bite me so I have someone/something to talk with/to.
Ha! Silly zombies freeze on our little Lýðveldið Ísland. Or maybe I should call it Iceland for you American people. But I'm doing a-okay. I'm just lonely. The only town is a couple hour away so I don't talk much.
I'm in the local library with six other people. I have a semi-automatic rifle but getting low on bullets. There is a barricade walling the town off. Everyone here is trapped.
