My PZ Diary.

[a razor named qualia]

Starting from an unknown date

Day 4:

Home sweet home.

No heat, bloody, messy.

If nothing else it's... Lit.

Something I guess.

I'm freezing... I have no clue how to turn the heat on in this house...

The bandages on my hips make moving a pain, I feel better though.

Not a bite, that's something...

I always was a light eater, that plays in my favor...

God when am I writing this... 7:00... Is it in the morning?

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ my watch... I can't tell.

Probably morning, I'll check later. Anyways...

There were 4 of those... What do I even call them? Corpses? I guess. 4 or 5 corpses in my safehouse somehow... 2 in the bedroom and 3 in the washing room, none in the bathroom at least.

I was terrified, I couldn't see them until they came into the main room. I moved the... corpses into a clothes room that had no clothing in it. The blood is still there, that might be a problem, I may have to fix that. Hmm...

Not sleepy, midnight looting runs gone horrible wrong will do that to a man, just gotta pass time I guess...

27 years old and I'm running from walking corpses, heh never thought I'd say that...

My beard is scruffy, why did I let that grow out instead of the rest of my five 'o clock shadow being left alone is beyond me...

Why do I care anymore... My wife is... Gone... Out there with one of those... Corpses.

I... Don't know anymore.

I'm gonna go out, see what I can see, it's lit enough for me to see them without them seeing me, hopefully I can... Eliminate anything that sees me before they find my safehouse.

- Howard Anderson.

10:00 Day 4:

A thunder storm forced me indoors, I always had a fear of them, that my rural house would fall apart when one of them struck, It never did, I soon out grew that fear, but it's still a good idea to head inside with the cracking of thunder on the sky overhead, but until then the trail beforehand was beautiful, with one corpse on the trail.

Blue sky, green grass, fresh air...

Now I'm sleepy, the rain's calm pitter patter will help me relax and sleep, but my off sleep schedule may prove my downfall in the long run.

- Howard Anderson.

[Holy Knight Of The Keyboard]

July 10 2014
Day 1 while i was watching the news they talked about a virus that makes the dead walk and eat the living. Day 2 while going to work right after i was out side the company building i just took notice of the madness and went strait home to my wife Day 3 I have went home to find my familey missing i along with most of my stuff i took what was left and set out. Day 7 Infected wont stop coming to my safe house it gets harder to sleep each night knowing there could be an infected banging on my door. Day 645 My out post has been attacked most of my group have been scatterd of have died im alone again. Day 646 while looting a house i opened a door to my suprise there was an infected before i could react i was bit i used my gun in fright causing infected to surrond the house.


-john delegge-

[Crohns Racing]

November 15th, 2014
I was playing my favorite game, Project Zomboid, while drinking a cold Mountain Dew, I was super hyped because NPCs had just come out, and I was going into sandbox for the first time to try to meet an NPC. When I heard some yelling, almost moaning coming from my back yard. So I grabbed my bat (even though I never played basebal...I dont even know how I got a bat to be honest) This guy had come into the wrong guy's back yard, if he was going to get in the way of Zomboid NPC time. He is going to pay, when I approached the man, he spun around and grabbed me by the hand and bit me on the left arm. I was confused, shocked, and angry. I beat that bastard's face in for even thinking about touching me. After running inside to call the police, the hospital, anybody that could help, the line was busy...thats weird...911 is never busy.
So I decided to clean myself up, and stop the blood thats gushing from my arm.
After bandaging myself with a few rags I found in my bathroom, I tried 911 again, the line is completely down now...I decided to go to bed and try going to a hospital in the morning.

November 16th, 2014
I woke up feeling very sick, I stumbled out of bed and threw up, when I went to shower I tried to turn on the lights and noticed the power was out.
Now I decided something was very, very wrong, and I needed to tell somebody, running down the dirt driveway from my house, trying to reach a neighbor, or maybe flag down a car...this is what sucks about living far from the road, or really anybody...when I fell down and felt like I was about to pass out...I felt...a craving for meat, flesh, blood...im turning into what attacked me in my yard on that fateful day...its funny...I never got to see the NPCs..........

[Crohns Racing]

holy crap I need to write a book.

[Crohns Racing]

Max Brooks would be proud of this thread...

[a razor named qualia]

Day 5...

I was awoken in the night by helicopters and thunder, it was dark out and my watch said "18:50"
Not very intuitive watch... But running the numbers in my head I got to it being 7:50 AM the next morning. Walking around into the main room the blood in the kitchen from the corpses startled me, I thought for a minute life had returned to normal, and something had happened in the house...

Where did I get that thought from, it's not my house, and the disappearance of my wife is still freshing my mind, I still remember finding one of here blouses in a wardrobe, then drearily setting off to survive in the world...

Who knows? Maybe my wife returned to our old house and didn't find me there, then left to survive on her own, somewhere...

What now?

My old life as a short tempered security guard (The best at my company, oddly) isn't going to come back any time soon...

I don't even know where our old house is...


I don't even know if my wife isn't cold and dead, walking the streets with her face in the guts of some dead guy...

I don't even know any more...

Need to keep it together... I can't die...

Not now...

Too much has been lost to die with nothing...

Anna, if you're reading this.

I'm dead somewhere.

Or we're reading this years later, when life has returned to normal.

[RalphRoberts]

Variant, anyone ever told you that you have the makings of a best selling Author?

[a razor named qualia]

Originally posted by RalphRoberts:

Variant, anyone ever told you that you have the makings of a best selling Author?

No, so thank you!

[RalphRoberts]

Originally posted by Variant:

Originally posted by RalphRoberts:

Variant, anyone ever told you that you have the makings of a best selling Author?

No, so thank you!

Seriously, you should look into becoming an author as a career choice.

[Crohns Racing]

Originally posted by RalphRoberts:

Originally posted by Variant:

No, so thank you!

Seriously, you should look into becoming an author as a career choice.

hate to tell you, but hes already a proffesional Variant.

[a razor named qualia]

9:50 PM Day 5.

God it's boring in here... It's too dark to scavenge, I'm not tired enough to sleep and god knows I don't want to get eaten by corpses (Though the appeal of calling them zombies grows) when I can barely see a foot in front of me.

I am a bit peckish, have slept for most of the day might have to get something to eat some time...

Speaking of food, that's something I have to do something about, I barely have enough food to sustain me for a few more days I may have to scavenge at the first opportunity, if at all possible.

I decided to put some of the less useful items in some of the cabinets in the kitchen, such as the dry ramen noodles that I still lack the methods of cooking.

My current supplies are lacking, but should suffice should I stay only eat when I need too, the stock of two cans of beans, dry ramen noodles, chips and two tv dinners is relatively large, but only for me and not anyone else should I stumble across a new survivor.

Carrying my clothes, a golf club and baseball bat, along with some chips, makeshift bandages and ACTUAL matches with me isn't a large risk should I be assaulted by a bandit, though the vitamins I keep on me might be worth stealing.

Maybe... Maybe I can beat this...

3 In the morning I'm going on a run, hopefully I can find some food of any description.

God, the vocabulary of the situation disgusts me, I kid you not, that is exactly what I mean.

I always read the journals of people in horrible situations, the fact that they developed their own individual sub-culture with it's own vocabulary for the durration of their stay in that situation both terrified me, and disgusted me.

I don't think that's at all relevant to my survival, but keeping these thoughts in a log where I can read them later keeps me calm...

I'm not going to think about her... She would want me to survive on my own...

[a razor named qualia]

3:10 AM.

Still a little, hungry but the boredom is getting to me, I'm gonna go out, scavenge some supplies.

-Howard Anderson

5:10 AM.

It a second safehouse down the road I ate some carrots and a corndog, not much of a breakfeast but, it's something.

3 Zombies were inside the safehouse, at least what I searched so far of it I cleared them out without incident.

-Howard Anderson.

6:10 AM.

I searched a nearby building, found nothing but a...

What do I call them?

Female, zombie.

The scarything was...

She... Had similar "features" to my missing and... Likely dead wife.

There's no way... How could she get all the way across town with them in the streets? She didn't have a weapon with her, well a kitchen knife but that would dull to quickly to be of any assistance...

Her body wasn't decayed at all... She only recently died...

I'm not going to think of it.

7:50

The looting was a success, no infected have seen me and those that do lay dead...

Dead-er I guess.

I am not drowsy, and I'm going to take a nap in my "Seconday" safehouse, a wel deservered nap, for a productive day.

4:10.

Multiple gunshots were fired nearby, but stopped rather abruptly, I might need to check them out...

-Howard Anderson.

4:40.

I decided against it, my house remains, bloody, cold and now damp.

This situation amuses me for some odd reason...

I could be going insane.

[Crohns Racing]

this really brings up a big thought on the zombie apocalypse.
boredom would kill me so quickly once power went out.
like, how do those guys on the walking dead make it so long with almost no entertainment, its been like a year of the apocalypse in TWD!
I think I would simply get bored or lonely and just jump into a pack of zombies.

[RalphRoberts]

Originally posted by grandtank:

this really brings up a big thought on the zombie apocalypse.
boredom would kill me so quickly once power went out.
like, how do those guys on the walking dead make it so long with almost no entertainment, its been like a year of the apocalypse in TWD!
I think I would simply get bored or lonely and just jump into a pack of zombies.

I would just raid all the library/bookshelves for all the fiction books. (not horror though, I would have enough in my daily life already).

EDIT: I'm looking forward to each now "chapter" in this story of yours Variant. :)

[a razor named qualia]

Day Six 6:30 PM

I have just woken up and decided to take this short time where I can think clearly and without fear of incursion by the infected.

Well, nothing bad so far, I've figured out how to manipulate the watch, it takes me some time to figure out the time though, but at least it's accurate.
Hmm, other then my slight food issue, and the strange but existant noises around my house; which mostly constituted short bursts of rifle fire and the occasional helicopter overhead.
These signs indicate the military is operating nearby, which is bad news on all counts knowing how they have handled this operation.
It is in fact one of the worst rescue operations ever, nothing can go this wrong with this many civillian casualites and extreme military casualties, and god knows how long until the military containment is broken and this infecton goes global.
This sounds attract zombies, and tell me the military is nearby, considering they have guns and I don't, it'll be a short confrontation between us if they have orders to kill any civillians...
Weirdly (If that's a word) the last attempt at a military evacuation (Executed by the military, for the military) during a thunderstorm, which surely ended badly for all involved, amused me.
The idea of some Captain Dumbass somewhere making the stupidest order in his likely short career is quite hilarious, im my book.

I'll continue writing in ten minutes.
That is a big ass spider, hell no.

Got it... I lured it onto my golf club and then placed the golf club on the floor with the side of the spider face down.

I then crushed it into the floor...
I need to do something about the blood in the kitchen, I have some bleach (And household cleaner) in the bathroom.

Well that's not going to happen anytime soon, my wife used to do all the cleaning of anything that needed cleaning, so I have no idea how to wash the floor.
Also, no house hold cleaner.
Speaking of cleaning, I need to change my clothes, these are bloody, dry, at one point damp, and now torn as of recent.

[a razor named qualia]

Day 6... 8:40 PM.

Well... I have nothing to do here, It's too dark to explore or scavenge and there's nothing in the need of doing around the house...
I'm in good health, well fed (For now), and the safehouse is safe.
I'm not tired enough to sleep.
Hmm...
I'm going to scavenge anyway, I should be fine.

10:00.

No issues thus far, I'm in the secondary safehouse (That hopefully has some food, I'm getting hungry).

But, one issue startles me, and it's the dead undead in the living room.
I need to fix that, it's bugging me...

10:40
I changed my mind, the banging on the door is a good way of saying "I should go now"

I'll check it out though...

11:00
There was a zombie at the door...
Take from that what you will, I'm sleeping here tonight.

12:50...
I'm hungry, damp and thirsty...
This may not end well...