A Boy and his Blog

This is the blog of Nick, a 17 year old from Oregon who is just trying to survive the Zombie Apocalypse after losing his parents and everything he knows.

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Day 63:

Hunam didn’t wake us up at 6am. Instead he woke us up at 7, and took us down for a large pancake breakfast. He told us that this was our graduation ceremony and that we should enjoy it.
During the feast, we were able to ask him questions about the Timberlake Outpost and what to expect. He said that the outpost is the first line of defense in the expanding of the SRP. We will secure the park, and establish a presence on the freeway. Then our job will be to monitor and report on any traffic on the roads. We are to detain and inspect all survivors seeking sanctuary within Seattle, and if any person is infected, they are to be terminated. I asked him if he was coming with us, and he said that we were going to be reporting to a new commander.

After breakfast, Jim and I went back to our rooms to finish packing. I had done most of it the night before, but I wanted to spend another hour or two just lying in the bed. It was very comfortable and I wanted to take it with me.

Tara and Elizabeth came over and spent the time with us. Jim and I had different rooms, so I didn’t have to hear the two of them… saying goodbye. Tara came over and hung out with me until 5pm, when we got the call to head down to the bus.

She walked with me to the bus, and gave me a very long hug. She kissed me on both cheeks, and then the mouth. Then she handed me a sealed envelope. She said to not open it until we were on the road.

When she turned around to leave, I just said “I’ll see you soon.” She turned, smiled, and nodded.

The sergeant in charge told us to load our gear on the bus, and get ready to move. Jim and I jumped on board, and took our seats. I looked out the window and saw the girls waving at us. Jim blew a kiss to Elizabeth, and she caught it. Tara looked at me and I could see her eyes tearing up. She gave a small wave and then turned and walked away.

The bus’s engine turned on, and we began to move. I reached into my pocket, pulled out the envelope and opened it.

“Dear Nick,

Goodbye and Good Luck.


Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. Oddly enough I wasn’t upset with the letter. She had said that she didn’t want to get close to anyone in fear of losing them. And the moment her and I got close, I was leaving.

Jim asked me what the letter said, and I told him that it was just a good luck note with no dirty pictures (he had asked if there were any). I folded the note up, put it away, and stared out the window as we left Seattle.

I had a while to think about everything that has gone on for the past 60 days. Every memory came flooding back as I looked back through my journal. I re-read my family’s death, how I met Charles, about Emily, Tim’s craziness, the sick boy and girl, and how I ended up in this city. Some memories were good, but most were bad. I wanted to forget about a lot of them for a while, and the longer I did this journal the more the memories would always be there.

My assignment was to keep a journal for a week. Right now, it’s been 9 weeks, and I think it’s time for a break.

The Timberlake Outpost will be its own adventure and memories, and I don’t know what will come. But I want to experience it without keeping track of the memories. I’m going to tuck this journal away and start to live life in the present.

But, like most movies that end of a cliffhanger, I’m sure this diary can also say:



Day 62:

In class this morning Hunam told us that due to the loss of soldiers at Mercer Island, the recruiting class was going to be unceremoniously graduated to active duty status. We were going to report to the newly announced outpost at Timberlake Park off of the I-90.  He didn’t give us a lot of intel about the assignment, except that the attack on Mercer Island showed us that we needed to make a bigger push to ensure the SRP is a success.
We were told that we would leave for the base tomorrow night. Hunam said that we were all fine recruits and we all would do well at the Timberlake outpost. Then he dismissed the class, and instructed us to pack our bunks and get ready.

Jim was pissed at this. He and Elizabeth had officially become a couple last night, and now they are going to have to be split up for who knows how long. He wanted to go spend time with her tonight, and he asked me if I’d take Tara out to give them a little “alone” time. I agreed.

I went back to pack up my things. I grabbed my duffle bag, and put all of my clothes in it. I picked up Charles’ leather jacket, and instead of tucking it away, I put it on. It was a little big on me, but other than that it felt right to wear. I’m sure that Charles wouldn’t mind, and he’d want me to carry on the Centurions of Fire name… well at least I think he’d want that.

Jim came and got me when it was time to head over to Tara’s house. We passed by the library on our way, and Jim plucked a few yellow flowers from the garden out front to give to his girl. I picked on him a little bit for it, but I could see that he was really upset that he was going to have to leave her after they just got together. Oddly enough, I knew how he felt.

Once at Tara’s, Jim and Elizabeth left to go do their thing, and I was there with Tara.

It was an awkward start to the night. Neither of us had a lot to say to one another, and when we did talk, it was short and to the point. She sat on the couch and picked up her copy of book 2 of The Wheel of Time series to read. She asked me if I wanted to borrow the first book to read. I said ok, and she handed it to me.

I flipped the book open and started reading. That is what we did for the next hour. We just sat there, in silence, each reading a book. It wasn’t a horrible experience, and eventually the awkwardness went away.

And then the weirdest thing happened…

She put the book down and apologized for the loss of Charles. I thanked her for that, and for talking her Dad into taking me to the island to find out the truth. Then I asked her about her work with the agriculture, and she talked me ear off about how she’s learning about the germination process. Before I knew it, we were talking about our favorite movies, how we both think that video game violence causing school shootings is bullshit, and how The Simpsons is the best show ever made.

Then…she kissed me…

She pulled back and said that she had liked me since the first day we hung out, but she was worried about getting close to anyone since the outbreak. But since the incident with Mercer Island, and how I’m leaving tomorrow, she didn’t wants things to go unsaid in case we never see each other again.

All I could say was… “I like you too.”

That seemed to be enough because we spent the rest of the night making out…and…well I won’t go into details. Even though this is my journal, there are a few things not meant to be written down.

When it was time to go, Tara kissed me goodbye and told me she’d see me tomorrow before I left.

I went back to my bunk with the biggest smile on my face. Jim’s smile was even bigger. I didn’t need to ask what happened between him and Elizabeth.

Before going to bed, I took a moment to reflect on my life. These last two months have been a roller coaster of disaster, death, and misery. But there were a few shining moments where light was able to pierce through the clouds. Tonight was one of those moments.


Day 61:

School was a blur. I don’t even know what we talked about, and I didn’t care.

After class I went back to my bunk and laid in bed. Jim brought the girls by to try and cheer me up, but it didn’t work. Tara sat by my side when Jim and Elizabeth went off to grab us some chow. She did her best to comfort me, but I just wanted to be left alone.

I asked her to leave.

So she did.

I don’t even know why I’m writing any of this today. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. I just know that the closest person I have to family is dead, and I’m on my own again.

Why wasn’t Charles number called first? He would be here, and be safe, and I could be on the island. I tried to get him to switch with me when my number was called, but he declined. He told me that I’d be fine, and that he’d join up with me in a few days. Now that won’t happen. Now I’ll never see him again.


I know I have Jim, and I know that he has my back…but he didn’t rescue me from the back of a RV and teach me how to survive. He isn’t Charles.

I’m on my own again.


Day 60:

Mercer Island was attacked again this morning. This time by civilians who were wanting food and shelter. To keep the area contained, the SB troops fired mortars on the crowd. The fight moved to the warehouse where they opened fire on anything that moved.

The news of the attack rippled through the entire city. The whole base was on alert, and everything was locked down. No one got in or out.

I was in class when I heard about the island. Hunam was called away, and he dismissed class for the day. None of us were sure what was going on, but when I heard the words “Mercer Island”, “attack”, and “everyone dead”. I freaked out. I needed to get there and see if Charles was ok.  Jim wanted us to go meet Elizabeth and Tara, but I told him to go without me. I told him that I was going to Mercer Island any way that I could. He reminded me that the place was on lockdown. But then he said that he might have an idea to get us over there.

We ran over to Tara’s house and found them inside hanging out. Jim asked Tara if she could get her dad to let me on to Mercer Island. She asked “why”, and I told her the entire story of how I met Charles and how we ended up in the warehouse on the island. She hesitated for a moment, but then Elizabeth told her that it was the right thing to do.

Tara agreed, and the 4 of us ran over to the makeshift hospital on the other side of the campus.

The makeshift hospital was full of people who were hurt in the attack on the island. Tara’s Dad and Mom were treating as many people as they could, but most were dead by the time they got there. While Tara talked to her Dad, I looked through all the people who were there…all the mangled bodies and corpses, just looking for anyone who looked like Charles. He wasn’t there.

Tara managed to convince her Dad to take me with him to the island when they go back to treat the victims who were unable to be moved. He introduced himself to me as Dr. Brian Klein, and he said that if anyone asks, I’m his assistant. He handed me a lab coat, and told me to carry his bag of supplies. I thanked Tara, and she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She told me that “everything would be ok”.

I followed Dr. Klein to a humvee and we drove over to the island.

The place was a warzone. The civilians that stormed the bridge had rammed it with large vehicles and a semi-truck. The SB guards opened fire and killed a lot of them there, but these people had guns and fired back. A few of the attackers on the bridge were sick, and when they died, they came back. Soon a few zombies were running around everywhere and killing anything they saw…including the civilians they came there with. Soon there were more zombies than the SB could handle, and that is when the warehouse was hit.

As the undead ran into the building to feed, the SB troops fell back and decided to fire mortars and destroy the whole island.

By the time I got there, the fighting had stopped, and the zombies had been killed. Also killed were an unknown number of survivors who were in the warehouse.

I stayed by Dr. Klein’s side the whole time we were there, and I helped him with whatever I could. But it was hard to look at all these bodies and not get sick to my stomach. I puked a few times not long after we started treating victims.

When I got a free moment, I snuck off to go look for Charles on my own. I found his bunk, and his bag was there. So he was here this morning when the attack happened. But where is he now?

I ran through the crowd of survivors calling out his name, but no one called out anything back. I asked a few people if they remembered him, but with how many people were coming through the island on a daily basis, it was hard to keep track of who had been there long.

I was walking back to find Dr. Klein when I saw a SB member holding Charles’ leather jacket. I ran over to him and asked him where he got it. He said that he pulled it off of a corpse from the pile behind him. I ripped the jacket right off of him, and when he tried to fight me, he saw the tears welling up in my eyes and he let me have the jacket. I raced over to the pile of bodies and looked at them. They were bloody and burned, but no one looked like Charles.

That’s when I smelled burned flesh. I looked past the piles of bodes and saw the five bonfires filled with human bodies that the SB were disposing of.

I looked down at the jacket, and then back at the fires. I knew what happened to Charles. I didn’t say it out loud, or even give it much definition, but I knew he was dead.

I wiped away my tears, and went back to Dr. Klein to help him finish up.

When I got back to my bunk, Jim asked me what happened. I just said “He’s dead Jim”.


Day 59:

School was boring. We spent all day learning how to filter water… I get it, water is vital to human survival, but the process is sooooo boring. I spent most of the day thinking about Tara and not even focusing on my work. Jim was the same way, but about Elizabeth. He even joked that I ask out Tara, and he asks out Elizabeth and we all go on a double date. I told him to “slow his roll”. I’ve seen what happens in situations like this, and I’d rather take things slow… besides, the world isn’t going anywhere.

After class, we tried to find the agriculture department, but no one knew what we were talking about. Since neither Tara nor Elizabeth gave us the name of the building they were in, we really didn’t have much to go on. Jim thought that they girls lied to us, and it was really pissing him off. I tried to remain optimistic, but I know what he was feeling. I’ve been in that same situation a few times before too.

We were just about to give up and head back to our bunk, when Jim spotted Tara from across the courtyard. He called out to her and got her attention and she waved us over.

Tara invited us to have dinner with her and Elizabeth at her house. We all walked over to a nice 2-story house a block from the campus. Tara said that the family who lived here before, had died in the outbreak, and when the SB took over the city, they took all these houses for key personnel within the company.

Elizabeth made us top-ramen and parmesan cheese for dinner, and the 4 of us hung out for the rest of the evening. I could see Jim and Elizabeth hitting it off really well.  So much so, that the two of them went off for a while by themselves, and that left Tara and I alone in the living room.

I had never been in this situation before, and I wasn’t sure what to do. So I tried talking to her about books. I asked her who she liked to read, and what her favorite genre was. She said she liked Robert Jordan, and the Wheel of Time series. I told her that I hadn’t read that one. I asked her if she liked Twilight, and she said that it was stupid. I said that I completely agreed.

Then it got awkward.

We could hear Jim and Elizabeth in the other room. We weren’t sure what they were doing, but we could hear them giggling and then it would go really silent. At this point I was one side of the couch and she was all the way on the other. I thought back to every romantic movie I had ever seen, and what they did in these moments. I tried to scoot closer to her on the couch, and she responded by moving to the arm of couch.

…What am I supposed to do here?

I am the first to admit that I don’t know jack and shit about women, but it was pretty clear that Tara was not interested in me. I moved back to the other side of the couch, and checked my watch. It was 8pm, and lights out was in 30 minutes.

I hate what I did next. I had to cockblock Jim.

I got up from the couch, thanked Tara for having us over, and then I got Jim from the other room. He and Elizabeth were snuggled up and making out. I felt like such a jerk when I told him we had to leave. He tried to protest, but he came with.  He kissed her goodbye and we left the house.

As we got outside, he punched me in the arm, hard, and yelled at me for that. I apologized and then I told him what happened with Tara. He laughed and said that I couldn’t “close the deal”.

I stopped feeling bad at that point.

I kept running through the night’s events over and over again in my head. I don’t know what I did wrong with Tara when I was sure that she liked me.

I really wished that Charles was here so I could talk to him about it. I know he’d give me some good advice, or at least tell me to not worry about it. I need to find a way to Mercer Island and go see him.


Day 58:

We had the day off today.  Jim and I spent it hanging out at the school library and seeing what we could find. Mostly I read old comic books, and even a few of those old Goosebumps books by R.L. Stine. I loved those when I was a kid. Re-reading them made me remember how I wanted to be a writer when I was a kid. I used to write down all these little stories in my notebook in class, and then my mom would find them and put them in a box in her room. She said that little boys should be writing scary stories and that it would give me nightmares. It never stopped me from continuing to write, and to hide the stories in my cubbyhole at school. I know that Mom always meant well, but I feel that she never understood that not everything in the world is black and white. And I wonder if that if it’s that thinking that led her to commit suicide?

After fighting back a few tears, I put the books down, and decided to get out of the library. On our way out we came across a pair of cute girls sitting at a table and reading. Jim hit me in the arm and said “Follow my lead”, and he walked over to the ladies to introduce us.

At first they were non-responsive, but then I saw that the blonde one was reading Hit & Run, another R.L. Stine book. I commented that I was just catching up on the Goosebumps collection, and she laughed. She invited us to sit down and join her and her friend at the table.

The blonde girl, Tara, and her brunette friend, Elizabeth, were both 18, and were from Tacoma. They had come to Seattle when the outbreak first started, and stayed at the FEMA Camp here before the SB took it over. Tara’s parents were both alive, and were both doctors, so they got to stay here. Elizabeth lost her whole family on day 1, and she ran to Tara’s house immediately. The two have been inseparable since.

Both of the girls were learning agriculture on campus. They told us that the company is rationing food, but with all the refugees and the continuing occupation of Seattle is taking its toll on the resources. Tara and Elizabeth are going to be working on growing enough food for all of us to live on.

I told the girls my story, and Jim told them his. The 4 of us had a lot in common, and hit it off really well. We spent the better part of the afternoon hanging out in the Library until they kicked us out at 5pm.

We said our goodbyes and Tara told me that she’d “see me around”.

Then they left

It wasn’t until after they left, that I realized that I didn’t get their phone number. But then Jim reminded me that none of us have phones anymore, so it would have been pointless.

The bastard was right.

I’m sure I’ll see her again…at least I hope I do.


Day 57:

We learned how zombies “smell” us today. All humans emit a pheromone, and the zombies detect it. They can’t smell normal smells, but they instinctively are attracted to us that way. Best advice is to stay downwind of them. This would explain what happened when my Mom killed herself. The walkers must have smelled her body, and came for her.

How zombies smell could also explain how the disease spread so fast. People aren’t all stupid, and I choose to believe that in the first outbreak, the only smart ones were the ones who hid indoors. What if the zombies were able to smell the “fear” on people? Could that be the reason so many people died so quick? I don’t know any of this for a fact, but I’m just guessing.

I also found out that there were 3.5 million people in the Seattle area prior to the outbreak. It will take a while to clear out all the dead.

When I got home from class, I did a little walking around with Jim, and we overheard a couple of the SB guys talking about how a patrol hadn’t checked in all day. I motioned for Jim to stop, so we could listen in to their conversation. Jim wanted to leave, but it was kind of exciting to get the gossip on what is going on with the Stormbreach operations. The guard said that the team was scouting the Snoqualmie area and they didn’t return.

At that point we were spotted, and the guards wanted to know what we were doing. I told them that we were just walking around before lights out. The guy seemed to believe me, and he sent us home. Jim was pissed at me for almost getting him in trouble with the SB. He really believes that these guys are the answer to keeping alive. Maybe he’s right? Maybe the private military company is going to give us the best possible chance to live during this…apocalypse?

Before bed I thought about if I wanted to join the SB or not. I want to belong somewhere, and do my part, but I don’t know if being here is what I want. The sad thing is, I feel that if I choose that being here isn’t what I want, I won’t be able to leave.


Day 56:

School was interesting today. We went over a map of Seattle, and Hunam showed us how the SB and the National Guard were able to secure small pockets of the city at first, and how they planned to slowly expand until they retake the whole thing.

The National Guard was involved in this? I’ve been here for a while now and I haven’t seen any sign of any government agencies at all. You’d think that the National Guard would stick around and do their job when the shit hit the fan?

I raised my hand and asked Hunam where the National Guard was? I said that I hadn’t seen any troops or equipment anywhere in the city. He blew me off by saying that they were around in the northern part of the city and they weren’t working with them all the time. The way he said it sounded odd to me. Why wouldn’t the National Guard stick around to look after a group of soldiers that weren’t on the government payroll? It just makes no sense.

I looked at the map again, and realized that it was almost identical to Tim’s plan. Start with a base of operations and move out slowly. I only saw Tim’s map of Vancouver once, but it was broken down into the same sections as this one. These guys are military-ish, and Tim was in the Navy, so maybe this is just how they think?

Then I began to wonder if we’ll ever reclaim the world? I mean, do we even know how or where this plague started?