Alone No More by Chris Philbrook Read Free Book Online Page B

farmhouse. I’m really hoping that farmhouse has cool shit. I’m saving it for last on this road. Earlier I did three houses on Jones Road. Lather, rinse, repeat. Apparently no one in this neighborhood made it home that day. Most of the houses coming up here have been abandoned. As in, the owners never came home, or they came home and left all their shit. Whatever I guess.
    All three houses were stocked reasonably well. I found a few dead animals in them though, which smelled bad and put me on red alert. I’m always sad when it comes to animals getting hurt or dying. I always make myself feel like there was something I could’ve done. Shitty thing is there WAS something I could’ve done. I could’ve easily checked these houses long ago and rescued these animals. All I had to do was open the doors and let them out. Of course if I had done that, I would be exposed because of dumbass barking dogs. I guess it’s a mixed bag. Dogs scare me. Not like, Adrian is afraid of dogs in that sense. More of a… dogs bark, barks are loud, noise is bad, noise brings zombies, therefore dogs are bad. Plus it’s hard enough to feed myself ongoing. If I had done something about these animals I’d be the Dr. Doolittle of the post zombie apocalypse, and I’d likely be starving myself to save them.
    At any rate, the houses were cleared out of bodies and remaining decent supplies, and that’s the end of the Jones Road story for today Mr. Journal.
    I can rewind a bit here and talk about the early days here on campus. I went back and re-read the entry I put up awhile back talking about my trip back down the grocery store and realized I skipped the most informative part of that time period. 
    So the first few days were the last few days that there were television and radio broadcasts. I sat around plugged into the television while it lasted. It made me feel safe to not move around much, plus I was desperate for information. I think the television reports were up and running for about 3 days. However long it took me to build up the nerve to go downtown, that’s how long the TV worked. The television abruptly cut out when I was watching it around dinnertime, so I’m wondering if there was some kind of severing of the service, rather than a “we’re going off the air now,” kinda thing. It was working, then there was static. Don’t know. Maybe there was a fire at the cable company. 
    I didn’t get shit for information off the TV at first. It was more of the same from the reports from “that day.” I can say the spread of whatever it was that caused this was pretty thorough. Mr. Journal if you’ll recall from earlier entries there was a widespread outbreak of attacks on people. All across the world these attacks occurred more or less at the same time. I now know that these attacks were perpetrated by what I’m calling zombies. At the time the media flat out refused to really jump on the bandwagon. It wasn’t until the TV died and the radio became my source of info that they actually fessed up and said that the dead were returning to life. 
    So early on as I recall the TV and radio said the attacks were small business. One or two zombies, here and there. Most of the time I think the zombies were beaten back to death with little or no incident. The problem with it getting out of hand seems to have stemmed with corpse storage, and widespread media panic. I know, what the fuck? Right?
    The media reported it was a virus, or perhaps a widespread terrorist launched biological weapon, or whatever. The media had no idea, and they were speculating. Humans, herd animals that we are, all panicked. Well not all, but the panic was widespread and severe. The bites infected the living, that much we knew then, and I know now. What was a bigger deal was that the dead were rising all on their own, all over the world. The outbreaks kept cropping up in different places that seemingly had no connection to previous outbreaks. One of the first and