Defense with the BoomStick

(Disclaimer: This post is an ongoing story set in a world where zombies have taken over and people are fighting to survive anyway they can. Originally was a post of news and tip to help survivors make it one more day alive, but now has became a story of my fight after being bitten and partially cured to walk as half zombie among them.)

What have I done?

I'm not proud of the past few days or my actions over those days. We managed to find some explosives to make that hole in the wall of the people who have had us trapped. That wasn’t the bad part of my actions though, as while we in the process of planting the charges we were ambushed and the other survivors with me were killed or wounded. I don’t know...seeing that sort of carnage made something flip in me.

I started to bite everybody around me turning them into zombies and blew a hole in the wall as well that allowed more zombies in. I wanted as much destruction as possible. I was picking up weapons, shooting anyone in my way, stopping to bite them and turn them into zombies just to add to the chaos and anarchy. I wanted to make them pay for what they have done and wanted all of it destroyed leave no one behind to pick up the pieces. This war between zombies and humans has been going on for almost three years now and I h've been a partial zombie for only a few months, but I'm starting to realize why should I continue to fight what I am.

After I turned I continue to cling to the hope of reversing this plague, curing the zombie curse once and for all. Now I ask myself why? After these past weeks and the actions of these bastards why does the human race deserve to make it when this sort of behavior goes on against one another?

I fought the hunger, fought the thirst to taste flesh out of some holy idea that I am still a survivor, still alive and fighting for survival. Now, I don’t see the point. All I see is the next chance to sink my teeth into someone, to destroy all those who stand in my way. This is the time to bring judgment down upon those who only aim to destroy and bring more harm to a world filled to the brim with it already.

To be honest it felt good doing what I did. I'm still not proud of what I did, but still felt good doing it. Knowing that this group of bandits cannot do anything like this again to any other hapless survivor they could have come across or to use zombies like they did.

A strange note is I was able to sort of command some of the zombies only for moments. When I would stop to bite someone they wouldn’t stop to devour them, but continue on to go after the ones who weren’t bitten yet. This is something to explore more as an army of zombies will came in handy, especially if I run into more of the radioactive zombies out there who seem to want a piece of me.

For now I'm journeying on this quest towards the northeast, but now I'm more interested in causing destruction of my own instead.