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Authors: Jaime Munt

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Tamberlin's Account

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By Jaime Munt

ENTRIES

Into a Rabbit Hole.........................................
Sep 16 6:40pm

Who Said Ignorance is Bliss? .......................
Oct 6 12:25pm

Conclusion of a Tale .....................................
2:02am/

Long Day’s Journey ......................................
Oct 28 5:33pm

Beating Plowshares into Swords ..................
Dec 15 2:44pm

Siege in a StarCraft .......................................
Dec 19 10:58pm

Human Worries .............................................
Jan 3 7:37am

Bitten ............................................................
Jan 18 11:54pm

My First Life .................................................
Jan 26 9:18am

Civilization.....................................................
Feb 5 5:50pm

Eve’s Return to Eden ...................................
Feb 16 11:19am

No Longer a Rat............................................
Feb 18 4:43

Last Pages

Copyright

Dedication

About the Author

Let me apologize in advance. You’re probably going to read a lot of swearing and other bad stuff. If you can’t watch R-Rated movies, you might want to put this back where you found it.

Sep 16 6:40pm

Today, I watched the last living person I knew of get eaten.

I can’t breathe.

It’s              are there words for what I’m feeling right now?

Why do I feel claustrophobic?

I guess I know I’m next.

I feel like the whole world is rising up against me.

She’s gone. It doesn’t seem right that it should be left to a stranger to mourn that life. I don’t even know her name. And the strongest impression she’s left me is the image of them ripping her to pieces.

I guess that’s why I’ve decided to start writing in this.

There’s no burial, no headstone to tell anyone who we are. Who we were. No obits.

I spent so much time wondering what was going on in that house. Who she was? How did she end up there?

I always thought it was sad when people died and they had no family or friends. Everything about them was lost. I don’t like the idea of people dropping off the face of the earth. I think its shitty when people throw each other away.

I feel responsible to remember her and if someone finds this, maybe they will remember me a little while.

7:01pm

I keep thinking of this t-shirt I always wore that said, “The hardest thing about a zombie apocalypse will be pretending I’m not excited.”

I think about that all the time. Because I used to feel like that all the time. I really did.

I wasn’t particular about how the world would change, but it had to be something huge, because I hated the way things were… especially with my life. Now it makes me sick how bad I wanted it, for obvious reasons. Regardless, I still wear it, because I’m in no position to be throwing things away. I suppose no one is.
I take that back. I’m sure there’s somebody. There’s always someone who has more and there are always people who waste without thinking about anyone who has less.
That is
if
there is anyone else.
I’m sure there’s somebody.
Who am
I
to be the last?
I’m not strong. I’m not skilled. I’m not brave.
If I survived there
have
to be others. Doesn’t there?
At first it helped to think about all the people who were probably dead that the world was better off without—call me optimistic.
But all bad people dead, are more dead, which means more dead.
And I can’t think about that without thinking about all the people I can’t imagine the world without.

Sep 17 3:21pm

Am I supposed to say “Dear Diary” or something? Bear with me okay. I’ve never kept a journal before. What do I say? What matters?

Most the time I guess I don’t feel like my thoughts really matter. It almost seems vain.

So maybe we should start impersonal. Small talk?

So what do you think is going on?

This, I think, is some kind of parasite.

Okay, it thrives in a corpse—the eggs and larva are maybe in the stomach and drones or something are in the brain???

 And they stimulate the dead to want to eat the meat that feeds the parasites that creates a new host that breeds more parasites—that killed the rat that lived in the house that Jack built.

-or-

People don’t want to eat people, but the world is overpopulated and there are a lot of hungry people in it. So maybe some demented scientist created something that gives people a taste for human flesh to resolve the problem.

Maybe there was an accident in the lab that ended up combining it with the experiments with resurrection…

Soylent Green anyone?

It doesn’t matter why.

I don’t mean that.

I think it matters a lot.

But there’s nothing I can do about it. It is what it is.

It’s winning.

We should be able to beat this.

Maybe we will.

Sep 18 7:38am

How long does it take for a brain to rot?

If we can hold our own—I think we just have to wait until all their brains rot—that’s no different than spiking them, right?

We just can’t let their populations grow. If we can get a system of fighting them off, controlling this, then I think we will be okay.

We’ll just have new rules, when society rebuilds. When someone dies they’ll destroy the brain—it’ll be as normal as embalming.

Who am I kidding?

What’s a bigger joke—that this will ever be fixed or that I keep saying “we.”

Sep 19 about 8 am

I have no idea what the statistics were before all the statistic keepers died, but when I was little it was something like one in five girls will be molested. I had five really close friends, at the time. Five out of five of them had been sexually abused—if the same margin of error was applied to every statistic—I dunno. Just thinking.

What were the odds before that the dead wouldn’t stay dead?

I guess the gist of what I’m saying is, we never had a chance.

P.S. God Bless canned food with tabs.

Sept 20 5:07pm

Romero gets a lot of credit for zombies. I’ve heard people say he invented the idea of living dead. Never heard of Frankenstein? How about the Bible?

I will say he did make them cool though.

Maybe a lot of people knew this would happen someday – every one of them praying not in their lifetime. The Mesopotamians may have been the first.

The couple thousands and then some years old (I used to remember)
Epic of Gilgamesh
describes what happened to the world just a few months ago. It said:

“I will knock down the Gates of the Netherworld,

 I will smash the door posts, and leave the doors flat down,

 and will let the dead go up to eat the living!

 And the dead will outnumber the living!"

…I think that about sums it up.

Sep 27 5:15pm

On a family trip when I was like seven, I had to the use the bathroom in a bar full of rowdy looking biker men. I thought I would never feel that vulnerable going to the bathroom again. Even though I’m in a house, I just keep thinking, what if something happens right now?

It would figure.

The whole world got caught with its pants down.

I’m on the pot right now- I’ve been backed up, I think. Maybe there’s nothing to pass.

I have really tried not to think about this, but food just isn’t going to appear in the cupboards. I’m going to have to go for a run. One time had been one time too many and it almost cost me everything—even if “everything” is adding up to less and less. What little “everything” is has even more value. Ah, the power of supply and demand.

So I’m scared to go out there.

Well, looks like nothing is going to happen.

Am going to check my supplies.

 

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