It's been a long time.

I've been busy is all I can say. Six brown things, eight yellow things, one whitish thing. You know what I mean if you're reading this. We've successfully evacuated a couple cities, salvaging what we can of course, and we're hoping to build up a base out in the forest somewhere, away from the place they show up. As far as we know, they only show up in cities. They're tactical.

I told you all.

-T.S.

Recent acquisitions

Hey guys. I wanted to explain why I haven't posted in a while. You see, I was busy getting some stuff. Nothing big, just setting up a railroad for the survivors to use.

If you haven't noticed, what I said came true. People are dropping like flies now, the population's already been cut by 20%, mostly in China and here in the US. Never would I have thought I could sympathize the most with China.

I just wanted to get this out there.

The line runs from St Ogden to Charleston, but I'm just running from Kansas City to St. Louis. My advice is to get to your local train stations because they won't keep open forever. If you live in Missouri, I'm probably your best bet. 500 miles of track, maybe more if a city gets overrun.

-T.S.

For humanity

Hey, I figured out the power situation.

It turns out that some browns ended up in the machines and killed some workers, so they had to evacuate the facility.

Since I have guns, I went in there and shot the snotrags down. They were tough ones, too, taking two bullets each. I think they're getting stronger. I can't wait for the future, or at least once the military gets here.

In other news, the scientists are working on a new gun. Joy be me. They're calling it the biggest gun I've seen.

Let's hope it shoots plasma, eh?

-T.S.

9 tips to make death a learning experience

Hi, it's me again.

I got about a hundred eighty of the things while you were gone. A couple kids. I don't get why people feel remorse about this, but whatever. This is survival. I know that if I don't kill them, the planet is doomed. So I kill them.

It's been a couple hours since I've had power, I hope it's not permanent.

The power station is just down the road, I think I should go and take a look.

If you're planning on going my route, make sure that you have packed up supplies, the road is tough and there's a couple thousand in the city alone. I suggest JHPs for the little guys, and APs for anything bigger than a human.

.44 magnums work pretty well, but you can stop them with anything bigger than .45 ACP. I've killed monsters with HK33s, M16s, and even crossbows.

-T.S.

One they hid

I've been busy.

I wanted to write earlier, but I was shooting down wild creatures. Three-legged hamdogs are the worst, because they can generate a shockwave with their voice. That sucks. I'm tired and alone, so naturally I'm at my best with my guns.

Whatever. At least I have help with me. I've given a scientist one of my guns and found a former security guard and gave him a revolver.

I thought I killed all of them, but then I heard a higher voice than the ones I'm used to. It was a little one. Probably the runt.

Won't be a problem now, under my boot and full of lead pellets.

Gotta go.

-T.S.

In Hell's way

All I know is that these... things will kill us. I don't know when, I don't know how, but they will. And when that day comes, I'll lay back in the solace that I held out as long as possible.

Some people know that I don't take too much respect to the law. But that's not true—I pay my bills, I don't murder, and I certainly don't rape. It's just that when I see things, I take them. That's just the way it works now. I seem to be alone, however, in that sentiment.
But you'll see. You'll see mighty clear.
I know what I'm talking about. A madman doesn't steal. He can't, he'd not know what he's taking in the first place.
They'll find out one day. They'll find out they're second class citizens, and they'll want their revenge. Not even to mention the ones never integrated at all, the wildlife's already got the taste of blood on the tongue, they just don't have the numbers. "As dangerous as any other animal" my ass.
Prepare, men. Prepare to die.

Now you might be confused. Saying "Now hold on one minute, what are you talking about?".

Well, I'll tell you.

A year ago or so, the things started popping up like flies. Said Hell was full. People took pity on them, but the smart ones left. Yes, they thought what I thought—the demons will pop eventually. Just have to wait.

Mark my words, they will.

I'm just a normal guy—hat, revolver, submachine gun, the drill around these parts. Considering the alternative, it's better this way. All in all, you're not going to get much better than an MP5 for blowing out the brains of the dead. But these aren't zombies - no, they're demons. Zombies don't have minds to blow out. That's why they eat them.

I don't consider myself a scientist, I save them. But I know some things. The terminal velocity of a bullet, for instance.  Or how about how many times you need to shoot before something goes down, the best way to grill human flesh, and why they all have to wear those ridiculous ties.

-T.S.