Day 4.

Today was interesting to say the least. Emotions are starting to run high. I am seeing a clear line thats separating the families here. Religion was driving us apart. The constant bickering of Catholicism and Islam was driving me insane. In my opinion, religion can go fuck itself right about now. Sorry for the language but praying isn't going to drive away those zombies. Our only hope is to survive the best we can until help comes. Anyway, I simply reminded both families of the rules and told them if they couldn't agree I would get them running two consecutive guard duties in a row (that includes day and night). To my surprise they listened to me. You can still feel the tension but the shared fear of being eaten alive got them to work together.


We had an attack while we were siphoning gasoline from the cars. About 4 roamers spotted us and charged. We held our ground and shot. No one was hurt but the worst has yet to come. They are out there and they can hear our gunshots. Only time will tell when more of the start showing up. 


I'm going to propose to my girlfriend of the past 5 years. I've loved her unconditionally since I've met her. I'm 19, yet I don't know if I'll last til my next birthday. She has been by my side through a god forsaken apocalypse and supported me through it. If I don't want to die knowing that I didn't marry her when I had the chance. If you could only see her. Her smile makes this situation worth fighting for. Her spirit drives me to lead my family and friends. Her toughness makes me stronger. Her love completes my life. 


I'll have someone new writing in this tomorrow. I don't want to be the only one on here sharing my stories. I'll be back Friday or Saturday writing. As for tomorrow and Thursday, I'll have my best friend share his experience with this epidemic. This is Jeff signing out. We are still here. Costco in Irvine, CA 1234 Irvine Lane. If anyone is out there please message me and we will do what we can to help. 

Day 3.

Apparently we have some neighbors. Let me explain. Earlier today we were scavenging the area to find another to communicate to the people who don't have computers.Oh that reminds me I never explained how we still have an internet connection running. When the infection grew to such an uncontrollable size, the government had seized many of the ISP's in the U.S. to keep the communications to those stuck in the middle of this mayhem going. Sadly, due too mass chaos, many telephone poles that were used to connect to the Internet were destroyed causing many people to lose not only their only means of communications but also electricity. Luckily, we're in a stable enough area to keep the internet going. But anyways, as we were looting through the cars trying to find any items that were useful to us, we found a walkie talkie one of security rooms. Now this was a pretty high tech one. But there was just that one. We put some batteries in it to see if it still worked. It did. And someone picked up. It was another security guard from a Wal-mart down the plaza about a 200 yards away from us. He said he was holding about 40 something non-infected with him. We aren't alone here. He told us that he was an ex-navy veteran that had to work as a security guard. He said that guy I killed was his friend. They both had the same shifts and would talk to each other over the radio when they weren't busy. And I then realized that I couldn't see the people that I cared about die in such a horrible way. I just couldn't. We made a deal to take some of there more elderly survivors and some medical supplies for guns and ammunition. So we got in a truck loaded it with pills from the pharmacy and went on our way. We took in about 5 people. A family of 3: grandfather, little boy, and daughter. And an elderly couple. We loaded them up, got our guns and got the hell out of there. The family of three are from Tustin and the elderly couple are from a retirement home right down the street. I saw fear in there eyes. The men both served in World War 2, these guys saw first hand what destruction was. These guys saw it all. Apparently not. I could sense the fear. The fear of what used to be only as real as the Boogeyman. We tried to make them feel as comfortable as we could. We set up more tents, gave them bigger portions at dinner, and conversed with them. The elderly couples names were: Margret and Robert Dorian. The families names were: James, Melissa, and Aiden Miller. Felt good to meet new people. But later that night we saw something. Actually two things. 2 zombies. Fuck, this is how it starts. First its only one or two roamers, then you got a cluster, then you got a wave, then... well lets just say I've never heard of anyone surviving a wave of those fuckheads. We gotta start being more careful. In the mean time, we are still here. Costco in Irvine, CA 1234 Irvine Lane. If anyone is out there please message me and we will do what we can to help. 

Day 1.

I was ready. Ready as you could be. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening. An actual zombie outbreak. This is the kind of thing only thought up in video games or movies. But its here. They tried to stop the infection but it moved so quickly. Airborne they presumed. It finally hit the west coast. Anaheim. The city of Disneyland. Happiest place on earth my ass. Army came down here so fast it would've made your head spin. Too late though, infection had already spread to the majority of the city. As soon as I heard I called everyone I cared for; I was ready. Got my girlfriend and my best friend to get our families together and head to the best place for an outbreak. Costco. Sadly not everyone made it. A cousin of mine and his girlfriend died. She was pregnant. My brother died. He went to Los Angeles to find his girlfriend. His brother in law called us and said he had never made it. My girlfriend's family was okay. My girlfriends brother was called to duty to help with refugees about a couple weeks prior. He never even went to boot camp. Last she heard he was in Chicago, helping to drive off the dead. My best friend's family didn't seem like they wanted to be here with us. They felt like they needed to find there family and be with them. But my friend convinced them that I knew what I was doing. I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. I was ready with maps and equipment and a plan. But not ready to be a leader, I'm only a 19 year old kid that was going to a community college to get a degree in computer science. I have no idea how to be a leader. I don't want to fail them. I can't fail them. I won't fail them. Just gotta take this day by day.  I'm writing this the day after we got here. When we arrived everything thing was stocked and untouched. I was pretty surprised that this Costco wasn't looted like all the other stores. But then again we got here around 3 a.m. My older brother Hugo works the grave shift here. Lucky for us he had stolen the key from one of the security guards that he was cool with. Don't worry he was already dead when we got here, so technically it wasn't stealing . We opened up shop and got to work. We started to reinforce the metal doors, set up the camping tents, made sure there was no entrances that were not blocked off, made plans for refugees if any came our way, and prayed that all our other loved ones would get our text messages to meet us here. Thats why I'm posting this here. I hope that someone finds this and sends us help. Or if someone is needing help, We are here. Costco in Irvine, CA 1234 Irvine Lane. If anyone is out there please message me and we will do what we can to help.