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Official Survivor’s Report – Day 0

Welcome to the official survivor’s report. Written by a handful of anonymous individuals this story is one of survival. We are writing so that if anyone survives, maybe one day they will read this and we will not have died in vain. We hope that you will hear our stories, that you will know our names and that we will never be forgotten. For what else is there to hope for in a world gone mad?

No one knows what caused the plague. That doesn’t mean millions didn’t offer reasons why though. All kinds of theories came up, from infection to spiritual wroth to ancient curses. We cannot tell you what caused this plague – only that it began on the 5th of August in the year 2009 anno domine. This black day will forever go down in the history of the world – well in the little of it that is left.

To put it simply, the dead now walk the earth as if they were the living. There is no cure, there is no solution, there is no chance of survival. There is only the inevitability of death to keep us warm in the dead of the night. Our only comfort is that we are not YET dead – and like the vermin our race are we cling to life on the fringes of death.

But enough of the melodramatics. Here in the ruins of what was once the proud university ANU we survive the best we can. As a whole we are still a large community and the dead have yet to fully infiltrate the campus. Groups of us have split off in the hope of surviving. Many have stockpiled food, water and ammunitions and have taken hold of locations at which to make their final stands. Amongst us are still great leaders, thinkers and fighters. None of these will be enough to save us, but they might give us a longer survival.

If you are reading this then someone, someday survived. Or you are one of the few men and women left with us here today in these dark times. Its almost ironic that despite the death of millions of humans our phones and computers and generators still whirr on. Slowly they will fail, but for now they continue to live their own lives, oblivious to the death of their users. Zombies are of no concern to machines.

I will leave you with a poem by the once famous Sara Teasdale, the serenity it embodies makes our destruction seem just that little more bearable….

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

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