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It all started with a "can opener".

dono1: Day 53. No luck yet on opening my remaining can of mystery food but the past few days have given me a chance to study the picture on the label. It’s either potato chips with rasins or miniature Dr. Scholl’s air-pillow insoles topped with okra slices. I’m so hungry now I would gladly eat either. The zombies are getting bolder and were not scared away by the torch I made from a roll of paper towels. If only I had some duct tape to seal up these windows…

anon: Day 54. After consuming some of the contents of this can, its effects appear to be acting as a zombie repellent. They don’t seem to have any interest in eating my brain today. I suspect it is because my brain would taste like what I have been eating. Also, in spite of it being the middle of summer with no AC and not having showered for a week, I am not sweating nor do I smell. I also feel remarkably comfortable and relaxed. I now believe I have been eating Dr. Scholl’s odor destroyers super comfort insoles rather than the air pillow insoles.

bobdobbs: Day 55 I fear the insoles have stopped by bodily functions and I have been unable to quench my thirst. They are super absorbent and even if the Zombies do not get me I fear the insoles have taken their toll.

blackmoore: Day 56 – I have managed to locate a hot water tank full of potable water, and drank the entire contents. Still uncomfortable, but the zombies are still repelled. I’ve located another stock of sealed cans with no labels – but I am running out of shotgun shells.

blackmoore: Day 58 – PANIC! I’ve run out of Duct tape!

dono1: Day 59. I think I’m in luck. One of the cable channels was having a MacGyver marathon and I was able to catch several hours worth of episodes (although I had to keep the volume down so as not to alert the zombies of my presence). In one episode called Ugly Duckling, Mac made a shotgun shell out of an old paper towel tube, a flashlight battery, parts from a smoke alarm and some Tabasco sauce, all wrapped tightly in duct tape. I’ve got most of those ingredients here in my kitchen except the Tabasco but I do have Cajun Catsup Hot Sauce which should suffice. Unfortunately, I still don’t have any duct tape and… Wait! I hear a crashing sound out in the garage…

ast: Day 60- I finally worked up the courage to approach the garage. The zombie repellent seems to be still working, but I can see them patrolling around my fence. To my astonishment, the pet chicks that I bought 2 months ago have matured, though I have no idea what they were eating all these time. I seem to be in luck! The crashing sound announced the arrival of my duct tape collection, which my now grown chickens have knocked down the shelf for me!

doug: Day 61: After procuring the duct tape, I attempted to create a shotgun shell from the idea in the MacGyver episode. I need to hurry, as the odor eaters are working their way through my system. I believe they will pass and be ineffective any day now. My first attempt at creating a shell did not work as planned, but it did create an explosive charge. However, it accidentally took out one of the chickens.
A new hoard of zombies reached the gate this morning, but are still afraid to come in. I need to discover some sort of way to create a bomb, as I don’t believe these MacGyver’d shells have the stability and aim that I need to escape alive.

matt: Day 62: I believe the chickens are infected. One will not stop pecking at my head, although it seems repulsed by the other end. I think the odor-eaters are finally finding their way out of my system. Either that, or I shouldn’t have eaten that can of jalapenos the other day. Notably, the zombies seem to have stopped moaning about brains, and are now incoherently mumbling about “health care” and some sort of bill. I may have to wrap the duct tape around my head to keep it from exploding.

bill: Day 62: I had a good meal today. Ate the chicken I killed yesterday by accident. As I had no idea what it’s been surviving on, I’m taking quite a risk. Hopefully it has been eating Dr. Sholl’s odor destroyer super comfort insoles, and the zombie repelling effect will be preserved. However, in the event it does not happen, I am still attempting to create either an appropriate shotgun shell or an effective explosive device to protect myself against the new horde of zombies. While rummaging through the boxes in the garage, I found some Tabasco sauce. It has long gone bad, but my preliminary tests have shown that shotgun shells created with it are more accurate than those made with Cajun Catsup Hot Sauce. They should suffice. However, I still need to put together a proper explosive device.

vault dweller: Day 62: As the odor eaters are working their way through my system I have started to develop some terrible gas. On the plus side aside from the sound there is not any discernable odor to my flatulent. This has the double benefit of now providing me with the fuel source I needed to create my bomb. I have begun collecting the gas in zip lock baggies and will attempt to cobble some kind of metal container to pressurize the gas in. With my explosive charges from the MacGyver shotgun shell I should have everything I need to make this work. *PPPPFFFFFTTTTT* Ug

zombinator: DAY 65: I took several of the cans from the nacho cheese, lined the lids with rubber from an old innertube and poked a hole in the lid and a hole on the side near the bottom. I attached a tube in the lower hole and a tube and funnel to the top hole. To the lower tube I inserted it into a resealed tomato soup can and inserted a key from some old sardines with a flint attached, I am not saying what i did in the funnel but after finding some cans of rancid chili beans in the basement I finally worked up enough gas to fill 10 of the tomato soup cans. Unfortunatly I have a habit of smoking and lost all my built up stores to an explosion that blew off half my kitchen and sadly I lost my unique refrigerator. On the bright side it took out 3 zombies but only one sparkling vampire. I have a suspicion that they are sure I am here……………………HELP!!!!!

zombinator: DAY 65 ATTACHMENT: once I infused the big can with gas I then pushed the lid down to compress the gas…. then released it into the lower tube. Once the gas was in there I would have to pull the key out of the little can and throw it…. not as effective as a granade but 10 of them were sufficient to blow up half my kitchen……

flachelent: DAY 67: Its my birthday so I decided to take a day off and invite the zombies in for some cake and ice cream but with an unplanned release of gas soon left them all hungering for each others left big toes and I escaped the basement and locked them down there, I have found that they are quite peaceful down there, and it could be a trick but I am going to check on them tomorrow.

rex13: Day 69: Finished destroying staircase yesterday, and immediately went upstairs to sleep on a bed for the first time in over two months. Boards over windows downstairs still holding. Water collection system on roof is working, but water supplies are consistently low. Canned goods are now the main worry: why the hell did i ever buy “potted meat”? Tried to occupy myself by taking some landscape shots and some zombie portraits; at the very least, i’m working up a good record of the outbreak. Surely someone will come soon to get me out of here. I’m important after all; i’ve covered wars, you know.

drath: Day 71 after finding a old bottle of vodka from my party a couple days ago and an old sock i have been trying to decide between drinking it or makeing a bomb drinking it is winning so far

hallie: DAY 72: upon further investigation, the vodka seems to be counteracting the beans. I’m not producing gas anymore which poses a problem, stop drinking, or run out of fuel?

dirty0ldman: Day 73: It is simply amazing how I find all these random trash around the house. I found an ‘Elenco Radio and Electronics Set’ while destroying the staircase 4 days ago… it made me nostalgic about my childhood. Damn I need more vodka…

[a~: Morning Day 73: Zombie’s at the fence have disappeared. The ones in the basement are all in the southwest corner facing the wall. Is there some instinct to go that direction? Is that where the other Zombies went?
I climbed up on top was is left of my roof and took a look around. Could not see Zombies. I duct taped some cloth to a tire iron for a better grip and went to investigate my next door neighbors house. He was a strange fellow and I’m just to curious. Also I need more water and canned food.]

[a~: Evening Day 73: Wow! What a find! All the twinkies I could ever eat! Found my next door neighbor dead in his living room chair. Zombies got to him. Funny though. He had a stockpile of guns and ammo but it looks like he never fired a shot. I went scrounging through his house and found: 4 cases of twinkies. 2 cases of canned spagetti. A case an a half of canned ravioli’s, 1 case of pork and beans and another case of Mac and Cheese noodles. Lots of sweets too.
Like he was stocking up for Halloween. Looks like Halloween came a little early this year… All these years I thought he was a nerdy little creep. Now I see why. His bedroom was decorated in Disney Princesses. From the Pocahontas bedsheets to the shelves of dolls. From the Mermaid wallpaper to the stack of kiddie porn under his bed.
I would have stayed there with all the food and guns but I was all too creeped out being in the pervs house. Still no signs of Zombies. I brought back all the Twinkies and both a case of ravioli’s and the pork and beans. I’ve also got a shotgun, a 38 revolver, a 45 with 3 full clips and a bolt action rifle. Tomorrow if all goes right I’ll try my neighbor across the street. He was the Man’s Man on the street. Had every tool you could want. Always working on his car or his yard. I know he’s no longer there. Saw him after he turned Zombie, he was chewing on his own severed arm…]

[a~: Evening Day 74: Just got back from cross the street neighbor’s house. Man, does anyone really know their neighbors anymore? Guy’s house was too neat and girly for a single man. From the window treatments to the vases of plastic flowers and scented candles. From the stage show art to the closet full of womens clothes. I knew the guy well enough. There were no women living there. He told me once he always went back to “her” place. Never let a woman know where he lived. Said it was asking for trouble when you’re only looking for a one night stand, as he winked and nudged me. Yeah, now I know. 1st neighbor was a child molester. 2nd one was a cross dresser. Lot’s of tools though. Also found a palm size 22 handgun. Lot’s of frozen dinners gone bad. Most of the canned stuff is fruit and vegetables. Well, I’ll make use of it. Still no signs of Zombies. The ones in the basement are trying to get out. I decided to shoot all but two of them. I named them Bert and Ernie.]

pekingcashprize: Day 74: The Vvodka… I need to get off it to produce more gas. I will attempt to construct a radio to contact Alcoholics Anonymous using the ‘Elenco Radio and Electronics Set’. The kiddies instruction manual does not detail how to make a radio transmitter though. All my efforts to survive may have been futile…

dirty0ldman: Day 75: I decided to check up on the calm zombies in the basement for lack of anything better to do. I noticed one of them wearing torn and bloodied engineer overalls marked “K-Love Christian Radio”… I really need to contact AA and this zombie just might have the answer to my problems.

zombinator: wellllll *HICK* I think this is day ummmmmm oh $&#@!! I can’t remember what day is shapposed ta be but umm if anyones out thereeee i kinda ran outsa the gas fuel and ummm kinda need someone to bring more vadska………. *HICK* **SNORE**

d: Day 78: Remaining zombies, whom I’ve named Bert & Ernie heard me referring to them as such. Triggered dormant childhood memories. Had to listen to 2 day of “Hey Bert!”. Triggered idea. Preliminary tests show the are smarter than swallows, but not as smart as crows. On par with parrots. Have taken to teaching them various pop-culture memes. Quickly tired of “wazzup?” and “where’s the beef?”. Have started teaching them the script for Clerks. Good chemistry between them. However Bert’s ‘Randall’ still needs work. 37 Dicks scene coming along nicely. Wondering if if should go with original ending. Both seem hesitant to do funeral scene. May re-name them Randal and Dante. Showed them the script for clerks 2. They’re entertaining the idea, but only if the original cast comes back.

d: Day 80: Bert & Ernie began reciting lines of Office Space upon hearing it through the living room floor. Have begun learning lines without my instruction. It is possible they are regaining intelligence. I fear they may become raptor smart and learn how to open the basement door. Feel I’ve wasted too much time teaching them movie scripts. Lost too many days. Need to get back to work on operation I’ve dubbed: The Manfartten Project.
Note: Scour garage for deadbolt.

grimsbah: Day 82: Got up the courage to search the neighborhood this morning. My first idea of Army camos went away after I realized running around dressed as a forest shrub in an urban environment is more conspicuous then street clothes. By noon I realized the whole town was virtually abandoned and looking a lot like the opening scene from “Day of the Dead”. Then it hit me: buffaloes. No, not real buffaloes; I remembered a Discovery channel show about the 4-legged beasts. Buffaloes will migrate from place to place and stay as long as the food is available. When the range had been picked clean, the woolen critters moved onto the next big meal. The zombie horde had probably exhausted the majority of their food supplies weeks ago in my tiny town and began their mass migration to a bigger & better food source. But that doesn’t mean they won’t be back…and hungrier than ever. The clock is running and now I’m forced to make the choice I’ve been putting off for months: head to the mountains or fortify my homestead here. Either way, this (temporary) lull gives me the opportunity to stock up on Dr. Scholl’s.

leeroy_jenkins: Day 83: It seems that Bert & Ernie have taken up a series of melodramatic hissy fits after I tried to coax them to start learning Clerks 2, claiming that it’s “Not in there contract”. I don’t know if they’re speaking of the “contract” that they wrote out on a scrap of bath room tissue and the back of a vodka label. Their demands are steep, but their strike can’t last too long, eventually they’ll get tired of the drama and get back to practice….then again. They have threatened with opening the basement door, granted I don’t think they could, but to be on the safe side I’m going to consider killing them. They’re too smart, and have been knawing at my head in the few hours, sure the bleeding stopped, but it’s very uncomfortable. Maybe (if I can find some) I’ll start watching karate movies and start jump kicking their heads off. Wouldn’t that be something?

Weapons were forged, and the survivors moved on...

blackmoore: Day 139: We’re having some issues with zombies attempting to get in through the roof on the science center. As I’m currently out of ammo I had to kludge together a pole arm to reach up and saw off the limbs. It’s take a few days to get used to it, but last night i managed to behead 5, and severed 15 arms.

lovejones: Day 140: Oh my god! The zombie got the pole-arm; don’t ask how, they just did.

bridge: Day 141: The zombies managed to combine their individual IQ point into a whole. They have stolen my saw-arm and are cleverly using it to cut down the fence I just built. I managed to put together a handgun with parts I stole from an old drive thru talk box, but I didn’t plan ahead on what I was going to use for ammo…. damnit.

ast: I remember the beans from the can that I used my kludged can-opener to open a very long time ago. I have not finished that can of beans. Maybe the shrivelled-up and hardened ones can serve as ammo.

bob norris: i have managed to combine some bleach and mayonnaise to make a solution that resembles gun powder but what do i use for a casing

They became more focused:

vistan: Day 143: Ran out of dried, shriveled beans to use as ammo. Found an old can of hairspray and a lighter in the bathroom, and created a flamethrower from an old bicycle handlebar. It’s not much, but it should give us a few extra days. And maybe some BBQ, for a special treat!

bridge: Day 144: Just discovered that while Pantene burns moderately well, Oust sprays flame like a pink dragon’s breath in the morning. Killed some zombies, but now the den is on fire, blocking my only exit. I managed to create a ladder with some old boxes and a trash can to escape from the ceiling, but I forgot my flashlight. Currently adjusting the flamethrower to double as a torch for light.

jamisings: Day 145: Found a stash of mom’s old Aquanet up here. Burns zombies like no one’s business. Barely escaped from the blaze from yesterday with my life. Now taking refuge in the local 99 Cents store. Stale candy and flat sodas should keep me going for awhile. And there’s plenty of hairspray and other aerosols to refuel with

donnie: Day 146: Found stilt-boots left here by maintenance guy. Looks promising for stomping zombie heads into jelly. Also found more duct tape and another broom stick, no hand saw yet.

wolfen: Day 146: NOTE TO SELF: Kludged flamethrower does not work on the soaking wet swamp zombies…. damn…

strife: Day 146 (continued): The store is no longer secure with the advent of additional undead forces. I’ve fallen back to the employee and office areas. Hopefully, the traps I built will hold for long enough so that I will be able to build something with the supplies I moved back here. Thankfully, I did find more duct tape.

[sarge: Day 146: I think I’ve eaten all the candy my panaceas can handle. Need water. Found a backpack and a shotgun in the back of the store. No ammo, though. Time to move on. I’ve got my eye on Sam’s Barber Shop. Looks deserted. Should be a good source of hairspray, if nothing else.]

blackmoore: Day 150: PAYDIRT! I found the stuff I needed to make more than a few batches of napalm. and with my flamethrower I should be able to light them up from a distance.

dirty0ldman: Day 151: I tested the fatty acids extracted from whale blubber (napalm) to check its effectiveness… it is good. I made improvements to the delivery system by fusing leftover canned farts i pressurised a few months ago. By mixing some of the napalm mixture with combustible farts – I made the perfect incendiary grenade

chazz: Day 152: Note to self; home-made napalm burns a lot longer than home-made flamethrower fuel. I’m going to have to come up with different traps for the rear emergency exit so I don’t box myself in again.

randomguy: Day 153: Decided to add a fuse made of rope that I wove out of hair I ripped out of my own head to a can of hairspray for an incredibly destructive but short lived grenade. I plan to use them to escape the store, destroy the swamp that is the source of the ever dreaded swamp zombies and start heading towards the fireworks factory somewhere nearby.

chazz: Day 155: Don’t know how I escaped that blast. Apparently having not had a proper bath in 155 days has lead my hear to have an overly flammable amount of oil in it. That or it’s all the explosive chemicals I’ve been using. No zombies at the fireworks factory; unless they followed me..

dirty0ldman: Day 156: It’s the damn Chinese zombies again! I have no idea how they found me, I should really write the dates down in my journal instead of writing Day XXX.
Then I would have known it was frikkin Lunar New Year.

[drizzle: Day 156: No use staying here there’s just way too many damn zombies. Why are they all hangin out around the Fireworks Factory? Then again who cares…. Time to light this place up and head out. I acquired a few materials in which I’ve crafted this wood grain GPS. It showing the hospital is just a few miles from here, I need to get there and see what kinda supplies I can get. Now if I can figure out how to mount this on my bike.]

[pokem0nrules: Day 157: The fireworks factory has plenty of explosives to last me a while. Those damn Chinese zombies have surrounded the factory, and some have gotten in. I only wish that I knew lunar new year was hear so I would have planned ahead. I made a couple of rockets by getting about 50 bottle rockets, tape them together with the duct tape I have, and light the fuses all at once with what’s left of my flamethrower. Also working on making a rocket launcher with mortar tubes and mortar fireworks to have an explosive effect. I found a map of the city and discovered a weapons shop down the street about a mile and I will head there soon with my homemade weapons.]

velkon: Day 158: I managed to find the former owner’s stash of illegal fireworks. Turns out, an M-80 wrapped in duct tape(sticky side out) makes a really good sticky grenade. Unfortunately, There’s only about 20 of them, and the damn Chinese zombies are at it again: They’ve started stacking up their dead kin and using the pile as a ladder, and are attempting to come through the second floor windows. I’ll have to work quickly.

[simpleblue: Day 158, 02/16/10: Man, they never stop coming. 2 days straight without a break, haven’t even had time to make more weapons. And the only thing I’ve been able to salvage are fortune cookies, and my fortune sucks. Time for me to bounce. I’m gonna make a run for the toy factory.]

[dizzy: Day 159: Safe again having narrowly evaded the New Year fiasco. The zombies were distracted in making a giant paper dragon to parade bneath, and I made it out of the factory by climbing on to the roof through a skylight and then riding a “Uncle Sam M3000″ over to the next building.
About to enter the building from the roof. The sign says “Urban Outfitters” so I hope that I’ll find plenty of military surplus and urban tactical equipment in here…]

randomguy: Day 160: It’s worse than i thought: urban outfitters is a clothing store. Some of this stuff burns especially well though, and with only two entrances the place is relatively well defended. I can hole up here for a while, but those Chinese zombies must have come from from somewhere. There may be a plane or a boat nearby: if anything, a trip to the airport will at least give me a supply of gas that i can use for my kludge flamethrower, or maybe access to a car so I can drive to… Somewhere. Anywhere but here.

5illy: Day 160: Discovered that mixing Pantene, Oust, and Aquanet creates a CRAZY flamethrower. I made a grenade with the mix and threw it into the fireworks factory. THAT should kill those chinese zombies!

gamecat: Day 161: Ever hear the old saying of ‘running like your ass is on fire’? Guess what I was doing after the fireworks factory went up? Had to ditch my supply pack as THAT decidedly caught on fire. Note to self: do not purchase anything from Urban Outfitters I don’t want turning into a Human Torch costume. Stopped to catch my breath after three blocks and the last of my sugar-and-adrenaline mix wore off. In my delirium, I looked up to find either I was staring slack-jawed at a mirage, or it was a 24-hour big-box store. I seriously hope they’d just gotten in a new supply of sporting goods before the zombie outbreak.
I seriously hope the store closed for a holiday; before the zombie outbreak…