survivor - John Fizer

First message - Getting out alive pt1:

Our team was in a three Land Rover convoy in return route to the airport when we encountered the hoard. Dr. Gray, Nurse Stonecutter (a survivor from the royal homeopathic hospital), Jamison Mudd (a survivor) an I were in the last vehicle.

The lead driver slowed as we approached the hoard. I was like watching a wave sweep over a rock. The shear volume of their combined strength, those souls inside never stood a chance as they turned the rover onto it's side.

I was already backing up toward the last side street when I heard the blasts from Timmy's Mossburg. I looked back to see why he would get out and blast away... John Wayne shit. He was blasting the jerry cans on #1. The petrol ignited and gave us a reprieve.

His rover was being driven by only God knows who but whoever was driving #2 at that point lost it, jumped the curb and crashed into a store front.

I back up to the side street and looked up the way, it was clear. I looked back to see Timmy checking out #2, a few zombies were making their way around the initial fire when the main tank went off.

Timmy was waving us back and Dr. Gray pointed to the wreck and ordered me to drive to them. Jamison and Stonecutter had already been through enough to know what we didn't and were screaming for me to drive away.

Rover #2 was stuck and there was no time to pull it free, but it contained most of the research materials. Timmy and I covered the others as they threw that crap into my vehicle. We already knew enough to take the head shots, but there were to God-damned many.

I don't know where they came from but they came up behind us. They got Jamison first. Then Dr. Patel. As I fought my way back into our Land Rover,I was screaming for everybody to get in and was moving before everybody could mount-up. The fire was already weakening and the main body of the hoard was working their way around the blacken and burning shell of #1.

I backed over scores of them on the way out. Timmy had managed to cling to the cargo rack with a half a dozen of those things clinging to his legs and shredding pants.

In an heroic act, Dr. Gray hung out the window and tried to club them off of Timmy's legs while Nurse Stonecutter attempted to pull him through the passenger rear window. Timmy lost his grip on the cargo rail and fell under the front wheel as we sped away in reverse.

I stopped after about twenty feet.

Stonecutter was screaming for us to leave.

I was struck cold by the site of those creatures already devouring Timmy.

I was overcome with guilt as my eyes made contact with his, his agony, his horror. Then his head exploded with the report of Dr. Gray's colt. The ghouls continued their feast as the doctor jumped back in slamming the door.

"It was a mercy killing," he said weeping, "Just get us to the airport."

It was at the airport that he and I were bitten.

Nurse Stonecutter was lost to the damned there.:

Second message - Zombie attack:

I shouldn't be sending this at all. If I didn't know how to pick locks I wouldn't have access to this terminal. My contact with the outside world has been restricted and mission declared TOP SECRET.

It really doesn't matter now but I was part of the WHO (World Health Organization) team sent early on to Bristol. I was "drafted" by the US-NSA (National Security Agency) because of my training in bio-chem decon, expert rifleman, expert pistol, hand to hand combat, blades training and a professional driver.

What theory was discussed by the doctors on our team; the infectious agent was a mutant mono-filament protein strand, similar to that know for "Mad Cow". The difference is that it acted like a virus. That is to say, it is self replicating once it has a host. What was proven positive is that is transmitted only in zombie saliva. The incubation period is 24 to 48 hours following a bite, but there is a ray of hope. HIV infected individuals and/or those taking anti-virus medications seem not to become infected.

Case in fact, myself. On anti-virus med Relenza.

Case in point Dr. Jonathan Harley Gray, HIV positive and taking the cocktail AZT, 3TC and efavirenz.

Both of us were bitten in England and neither of us have turned, yet.

Stay alive! I know the doctor is working on this. And I have alreay volunteered for the first rescue team.

zombies outside response

I hope you get this message, I have sent it to both addresses in the hope you are still able to get to one of them.

It is good to hear that you have survived this far, and that you have a glimmer of hope to add to this situation.

Your tale is a terrible one, but I feel we all have similar.

By the sounds of things what you and the doctor can do may prove invaluable, and any information about the crisis facing all of us survivors is more then useful.

Stay alive, and be careful, we all know the dangers.

Good luck John, and contact me if you have anymore details.

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Third message - Zombie Airport; getting out alive

I hope you get this, it cost me my Rolex.

We arrived at BRS to find what could only be described as a post-apocalyptic scene, funny that expression now. There were corpses, fires and wrecked aircraft everywhere. I know some military personal fought a withdraw from there, from time to time we would encounter a simi-circle pile of copses, all head shots.We made it to our aircraft, but it was no good, the crew had either been killed or worse. The interior of the craft was was splattered with gore and dried blood. Dr. Gray is a pilot but not for jet aircraft.

Next mission, find a twin prop airplane, fuel it and get out of Bristol International Airport before we're overrun. Dr. Gray said we needed a twin engine, just incase we were turned away from the continent. That way we could return and refuel. The first plane was under repairs, my aircraft mechanic skills are lacking and we had to pass on it. In another hanger we found the Dakotas, Douglas DC-10s, in various stages of restoration. They were painted up in 1940's war colors like you see in the WW2 movies. The first two were hulks, that is to say would not fly but the third, named Lula James seemed to be intact.

While Nurse Stonecutter tried to raise anybody on the radio; Doc had me outside of the craft confirming the movement of flaps, rudder, ect. I don't know if it was sleep deprivation or what, but I let my guard down. Hell, I did not even hear her coming until it was too late. I was passing under the starboards wing when it stepped out from behind the landing gear. From her uniform i suspected that she was, had been, a flight attendant. She grabbed my right arm and bit into my forearm causing me to drop my pistol. With my left hand I unsheathed my 9" K-bar and drove it in behind the zombie's right ear. Instant rag doll.

Stonecutter treated my wound while Jonathan finished the preflight. I told them both to finish me when a fell into the fever stage. They agreed at that point chop off my head.

Dr. Gray said we would need to find a tanker-truck with aviation grade gasoline. After Stonecutter treated my wound we all went looking. We found one but had to fight our way to it. Nurse Stonecutter was becoming quite the pistol shot. We dropped over a score of those things. The Doctor and the nurse kept killing them (is that the right term "killing" the undead?) as they shambled near, while I hotwired the tanker.

I looked around and noticed across the airfield there were scores more, all moving our direction.I don't know if they key on sound or motion. What my gut says is that they key on our scent or maybe our warmth. Even the ones near the fuel tanker were already moving toward the hanger we had been in. Jamison, who was killed in town, had said they sensed his presence, even when indoors.

As we started to move they grabbed hold of whatever they could. Most of them fell off but one managed to make it onto the passenger running board. It bit into the doctor's hand that was clinging to the open wing window. Stonecutter clubbed it in the head with the large spanner wrench she picked up off of the floor. We made it back to the hanger to find several of them milling about both inside and outside. Once clear of the tanker. I made short work of them with a fire ax as Gray and Stonecutter secured the hanger bay doors and the other entrances.

Fueling went relatively easy. Deciding who would open the bay doors was a different matter. Now they were quite possibly hundreds of zombies just on the other side. Doc couldn't do it as he was the only one who knew how to fly the plane. Stonecutter was unwounded, as far as we knew, therefore uninfected and that left me. Just call me John Wayne.

While Doc fired up the DC-10, I moved the tanker closer to the doors. I pumped the remaining fuel out and under the edge of the doors. I figured that I would light it off give it a second to burn them up and back them off, then I would open the doors.

Now these doors just don't fly open, it takes a minute or two and I hoped that the fire would keep them out that long. What I didn't account for was the volatility of aviation grade gasoline. The fire didn't trail, it roared to life and the plywood panels caught almost immediately. I knew that I had a flash burn and could smell my own singed hair. I tripped the toggle switch and the doors started rolling back.

The blaze did back them off and I ran back to the plane. Once the bay doors were wide enough Doc signaled Amanda and I to pull the wheel chocks and he revved up the engines. The plane was already taxing as I pulled Amanda onboard. Body parts were flying every where as the propellers tore through the Zombies outside the hanger and we rolled into the night.

Our tires were on fire as Dr. Gray moved us to the runway, but the fire blew out as we picked up speed. The sight of Southern England, mostly blacked out and fires blazing unattended will never leave my memory. The French were going to shoot us down, we were intercepted over the channel by two Mirage fighters. Lula James shuttered with each pass they made over her. It was only that Dr. Gray knew who's names to drop and what documents we had that kept them from dropping us into the waters below. Near the cost we picked up a three helicopter escort and landed where ordered, it was an old air field.

Their troops were already on the ground in full NBC protective gear and we were greeted at gun point. I surrendered my weapons as did the others. We were separated for a while but the doctor and I were reunited after about 72 hours of exams, urine samples, saliva samples ect..I don't know what those Frog security maggots have done with Amanda. I now have more holes in me from the blood tests than the teeth marks from the Zombie.

It's been about 96 hours since we were bitten. By the way, they keep cleaning our wounds but they're not looking any better. It hurts my eyes to look at the monitor. No fever, yet...

I understand from Dr. Gray that a team of international elite soilders will be dispatched soon if our health hold out.

You have done a great thing by brining the international community together with this site and are a hero. Your advice will halp save many.

Stay alive, I look forward to shaking your hand.

Forth message - Not feeling well

Things here aren't getting better. I have to look away from the monitor and the overhead lights are killing me. I have lost my appitie and we both have low grade febers. the discolorization at the bite marks is now spreading andf it stiks like death. At doc's request they have upp our dosages of anti virilas. We are also taking 500 mg of fever rducers and broad spectrem antbiotivs. I don't have anyu new news as to any rescue, but i don't think Dr. Gray or I will be making it with the first team. 150 hours. Don't be suproxed if you get inquires from military types concerning hpw to deal with the zombies. I have found out thet the cambodia hoax may have been real but quashed by the powers that be. I really want to get throuh this and see my kids afohng. Stay saft & stay alive alive.

Fith message - 196 hours

I got to see amanda yesterday, she was the teenager who got stonecutter killed at at the airpot, 196 hours and doc is dead, i don't know if he zombiefied though as tye took him away fo examination. He was righting somthing when he just fell over. I checked his pulse and breathing but theere was nothing. I started CPR, but the frogs came in and took hom away. They took whatever hw was working on too. Things here have gotten very qiute and I havent seen the french in their fully incapsulated suits for about 12 hours. It seems as if I am the only one in the building and I'm locked ion No treatment and no medivastiojnm I disabled the over head lights about an hour ago asn have turned the bighness bown as far aws it will go. I hope my old keayboarfing teacher 's time wasnt waxtedl. It doen't look good for thje hjome team. Let me tell you though Doc was sure that it has somthing to do with anti virials and jow the genics of the individual id ind s ej thekn ndndnlkeiaslj fhl aabout mongaloids meksdkker ej fjekslp gjer strheht the key fne he isntr here God lukc,./m/.,

zombies outside response

John,

I am no hero, I am only doing what must be done. I salute you John, you have done well. I will tell your tale, and it will save lives, I hope you realise that.

Good luck to you to. I hope I hear from you again.

Alone, out.

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