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Entry 005
I still hear a lot of stuff going on from the city. I hear gunshots, some explosions maybe? And screaming. There's still a lot of screaming. But there's not a lot of movement on the backroads, so I think I'm a little safe back here? I think I'm going to go find the highway and catch a ride or something.
Entry 004
I checked my phone one minute, and it said 9am. I checked it a minute later, and it said 5pm. I counted to 60, I know it was a minute. I don't think I can trust my phone anymore. I left it behind. I started to get away from the Uni, and I had to follow some roads and I had to deal with some of the biting dudes. But it's really slow, walking. I think I should get a car or something? A bike? I don't know. But I'm getting around the city, and I don't think it's a good idea to just walk right into the city. Anyway, I haven't seen someone who wasn't all dead kind of. That can't be a good thing, can it?
Entry 003
Just... mayhem. I tried to get back to my dorm, and there was just people panicking and running. I could only think of getting home. I realized when I got back to my dorm that I'm still holding onto the hammer. Tightly. My hand is kind of numb. I changed and grabbed my backpack, packed some food and gushers, a change of clothes, and the hammer. I left with a note to my roommate, told him to go home to his family. I know I need to find my dad.
After a few hours, I decided to leave. I had to double back through the East Wing, to see if any of the production team made it. But I only found Mike. He was just standing there, staring at me with a bit of flesh hanging in his mouth. On it was a butterfly tattoo. The one the make-up girls had that tattoo, and was really proud of it. Had to do with her mother or something like that. Julie was her name I think. I had to use the hammer on him. Mike's head is now just a stain on the ground and the hammer is wrecked. I looked around for something useful for about an hour. I found a painter's mask, a pair of goggles that fit over my glasses, and a toolbelt. I've watched enough zombie movies to know that getting some blood in your mouth or eyes is a BAD IDEA. And, right before I left, I found a new hammer. A big old sledgehammer. It's a weapon, and it's going to have to work for now. I also think I see the sunrise, but it's off. It's... pink. Real pink. That's weird.
Entry 002 Part 2
Shit. Shit shit shit. I can't believe what happened. My hands are shaking. I need to stop and think. Gather my thoughts, write down what happened. Mike... fucking Mike. We were about to start, and he finds this dude. This construction worker. And the guy... the guy BITES MIKE. Everyone freaks out, and the worker starts chasing me down. He traps me in a corner, and I... I see a toolbox. I see a hammer and I grab it and... my shirts covered in blood. That was an hour ago, and I can't find anybody. It's 6am now. I've been sitting in the dark for that long? Maybe my phone's wrong. I don't know. But the sun should be up, shouldn't it? It's still dark out. Real dark. I'm... I'm scared.
Entry 002
So we're starting our shoot. We're working around some renovations in the East Wing. It’s late, nearing midnight and everybody is tired. But there’s no more workers around so I think we're good. Mike’s the first zombie, and is the first to die. Serves the ass right, hehehe. Some of the other guys don’t want to be around here, but I think it should be fine.
Entry 001
So my Professor told me that having a production journal would help get extra marks. Anything to help I guess. Some of the guys I’m working with aren't great at all, so I'm going to need it. I don't think I'm going to let the Prof see this one though, I don't think she'll enjoy me talking shit about my classmates. Oh well. We start production tomorrow, and one guy Mike is already complaining. Augh he’s a pain. After a lot of yelling and swearing we're going to do a comedy/zombie movie. Shaun of the Dead style. Should be okay. Anyway, I’ll put in a new entry tomorrow.
Two more members have been added to the group...I'm not sure they'll be of much use either.
One is probably going to turn any day now and kill us all in our sleep...no...she'll kill everyone but me.
I'll be the first to blow her damn head off.
As for her male companion he's nothing more than a lot of talk. That'll get old fast.
The slow one punched me again today. I think I taught him a lesson in assaulting me.
I'm sorry, Dirk....I'm sorry I've been failing...we'll see each other soon.
Sunshine and myself found a new hunker car since some looter- who I guess turned out to be a friend? Smashed our little Nissan we had.
Fuckin lame...though she was pretty hot, in a dorky way. With these HUGE glasses, and when she held me at gun point WOW sexy.
However little D kicked it from her hands...long story short her names Jade and she's now a tag along I guess?
Either way we got a bigger car that actually WORKS! How great is that!
Though, Dirk seems to wanna do things on his own a lot, I'm not gonna let him...he needs another friend other than his little shit head brother. Though Dave is an awesome kid he's a wild card and a bad one...not like the ones you want in those board games? You know like the ones you get that are in your favor and let you pick what happens. Like a temporary god to the game for three seconds you actually CONTROL it.
I'm going to hang around and help blondie out...besides he has such a boppin ass WHO COULD BLAME ME!
I bet even his brother wants to rip into that ass.
