Survivor Log - Subject: Maryalice Snowfield
This is a diary I will keep to help maintain my sanity. The world has fallen but that does not mean I should as well. I need to remember what it is to be human. I prepared for this, time to put it to action! For anyone reading this, here is my story.
Backstory:
My name is Maryalice Snowfield, age 26, a professional bionic prepper! At least that is before the cataclysm went down. I have always had a love for the outdoors an spend alot of time camping and learning the ways of the forest. I have developed very useful skills in my time there, skills that will help me survive. I got my lucky break when I won a minor state lottery and had enough money to retire at age 22. I put my money in investments and lived off the interest; that is not to say I bought some nice things first. I soon become a prepper with my wealth and free time, taking survival course A thru Z, buying gear X and Y and eventually even augmented myself to supplement my skills set; gear can be lost of broken, bionics are part of you. I was regarded as a loon with too much money and time since I was convinced the end was near...look who is laughing now! The end was near but not even I knew how near it was or how devastating it would be. An economic collapse is one thing but this! Everything outside it trying to kill you! Let me recount the events that happened when the bombs fell...
I was going thru inventory check when the broadcasts informed us to evacuate. Rumors of mass riots and the chinese invasion had me on edge as well as the recent bombings and militarization of certain areas. I took my gear and rode the bus that was to take me and a dozen others to the evac shelter. There we spend a couple of days waiting. Things suddenly calmed down. Another bus pulled up and said they were to transport people of the surviving evac shelters to a refugee center. Surviving evac shelters? Did that mean... I refuse to go, this place withstood so far and I would not go to an unknown place that might not be as secure. The rest went along and I remain alone for the rest of the day. I went through the stockpiled food I had in my bad and and was planing my next move when someone else entered the evac shelter.
She said her name was Atomos (weird but who am I to judge) and needed help. My adventure had begun.
Day 1:
I spoke to atomos and she explained her mother had recently died and had risen back up, she explained that the rioters where not actually rioters, but the dead who came back to life. She said to look outside and so I did. Where silence had comforted me before now I laid terrified. Dozens of living corpses walked the streets and fields, their flesh decaying but still going. Atomos told me her mother became one of those and asked if I could put her down. I agreed, I need to look for supplies soon anyway and might as well do this as well. I asked her to join me and she agreed after I told her I could protect her.
Soon after we boarded up the place as best we could including all windows; a few doors were reinforced but many laid the same. I then build a portable brazier and a makeshift crowbar from a couple of lockers and looked up the location of the refugee center on the working console in the corner. Night came and now very hungry and thirsty I took a sip of water form my bionics and went for Atomo's home to kill her now dead mother and to search for supplies.
Along the way I had many encounters with the dead. They all behaved differently and some where harder to kill then others. Some emitted gases and acid, others were very fast and others still were very strong. Atomos managed to held her ground even without the aid of her machinegun. When I reached her home it was infested with the dead.
We killed them all an smashed them to prevent them from getting up but her mother was nowhere in sight. I looted all I could from the house and secured a bedroom. I decided I would worry about that in the morning. I went through my inventory and gear again one last time before bed time; my clothing was in tatters from the fighting but I was relatively all right.
I still need to find more food fast to retreat to the shelter. I laid to bed and slept for a while. My sleep was interrupted by the sound of gunfire in the morning.
What a way to start my day...