Andthentheworlddied

I'm curretly righting this from the back of an evacuation lorry.Dads had me flown to the shetland islands till this thing is over.

Doesn't want the last of his blood line to be risked. M y sisters been left behind,and thats why I'm writing.Tell her to try and e mail me as soon as possible.
If your hurt tell me and I'll make dad come get you.
I'm told most of London is in ruins.

Is it true that some of the dead aren't.You know,all living nut not.
Are they flesheating?If they are run for your fringing life.
If not, then just be careful.

I can feel the plane tilting,I think we're landing.Better sign out till later.

God hates me,and I deserve it,Cuz I just detroyed half of london.
I didn't mean to,I just dropped my ciggie in the bin and calblewly,the hig went sky high.
Along with half my face.I don't now what hit me,but it was something hot and sharp.
I woke up an hour ago on an A&E bed,my face covered in burn bandages.
I think they gave me something for the pain,and its making me hullucinate.
I could have sworn i just saw a man with his ches hanging open walk by.
But the news n every radio and tv doesn't lie.
That exploding bin sent bits of smoderring plasic flying everywhere.
That plastic then se light to everything flammable it touched.
And there was alot of stuff to burn

It must have spread fast,and when I look out the window,I can see so the glow of flames in the distace and

those drugs are strong,there are dead people outside.I feel dizzy,and this computer keeps dimming.I think its shutting down,so i'm logging off.i hope the doctor doesn'tt mind me using i,but he did leave himself logged on.
The lights are flickering,i guess the fire must have hit the wiring.
i guess that means-
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Theres no way what I'm writing is beleavablr man/No fresking way.But it is.I saw it.
Me and my entire geography class.I thouhgt the teahcer was gonna flip his lid majorly. Your not gonna belave me man,but today I saw the dead walk.A n it ain't no George Romero riff either.
I saw it.

"Benjimin Drenk will you shut you trap and pay attetion."Mr Krandle snapped,and I smirk at him.Cunt thinks he can tell me what ot do.He knows damn well if he messes with me he gets his tires slashed.Words are all he's got.They've all the teahcers have got anymore.
I leaned back into my seat,and flip my hood up.The day had been a total waste,looking at rocks and listening to a lecture on some dudes paper.I mean,what can you say about rocks?
Arund me the class is orgonised chaos.Geeks are hundled near the back,so that they can get the teachers protection,whilst the middle rows are taken up by the regulars.Kids with enoough sense to keep their noses clean and muddle hough school.The reast of the bus houses me and my kind.The bad boys and the high rollers.The guys whose year book pictures are most likely to say 'most likely too wide up on deathrow'. I've made it this far without bieng killed,I make it further.I looked up to see Cermana,tight jeans sticking to her legs.God she's hot.Shes looking at me.Part of me is wonderring what I should do,whilst another which is etting surprisingly louder latly saying just ignore her.
She's getting up,shes coming towards me and-
BAM
The buses breaks come into play and everyone is flung forward.I bash my head off the seat in front,and feel my lip split.Cermana went lying,and I damn near started laughing.I'm sorry,but the look on that girls face when gravity took a holiday and forwards mtion contiues.
A cry at the frnt told me one of those girls braces had mangled her lip.
When I sit up properly I see I'm right.Bloods pouring from her mouth.I know for a fact that girl is gonna need stitchs.
Mr Krandle is back on his feet and frown,turning to the driver, who points ahead.Krandle staggers and makes a weird gagging noise in his throat.

Thats when I see it.Next to our bus,moving slowly.I a women,naked from the waiste up,whats left of skirt ripped to the hip.But its her skin that scairs me.Its dried,like a mummies.I say ts,bevause or all I know thatdead ladys still walking.Our bus was moved on by the police,and I swear I've neversee anything like it.
There'd been an accident.A morgue truck had hit a public bus.It wasn't pretty.Paramdics were trying to keep track of the bodies.One was a mother with a still living toddler on a kiddy leash.Her neck was twisted around all wwrong,and she was touchng the kids head gentle,comforting.
The driver had been ripped into.I'm guessing to many horror mivies have made me numb to such horrific injries.
His lega were nex to a body that was pulling itself towards the bus.
I saw a old women wit no phisical injures,but I could tell.Something in her eyes said dead.

We pat,but not without screams of degust and crying.My head aches,and I think my eyes are goin shortsighted.
I'm signing off before I pass out.
Till tomorrow man.Till to tommorrow.

It started off normal,but now I'm numb.My mind just won't work,keeps going over and ove today.
Guy.
The one person I've truely loved.A brother to me,not an agent or pgotographer or my mom.
I have to right this down,its the only ay to keep mself sane. Get it out in te open.

"Its just that your a little hefty for this shoot."Artur explained, and I swear I felt like punching him
I'm an inch from a size zero,and being cautioned by my doctor,and he's telling me to lose more weight.
Grrrrrr!
I stood,and shook my head."Look pal,you won't find anyone with the legal documentaion this close to the shoot date."I put my palms on the desk,leaning so that he would probably see down my dress.No bother,most guys try to cop a look."I can assure you that you will be calling me in the next two days I hear your voice,so I will see you then."
I turned in my three inch heels and marc out of that office, and made my way down stairs.It hurts to be critisised at times,but I've gotten used to it.
Hell,being tough was important,my mom tauaght me that.She'd spent her life as a low paid glamour model,perfrume ads and such.She wants something better for me.Even if it means I get a little unhealthy.Even if it ment I didn't have all that many freinds.
But I can take it,cuz I've got a few freinds who I love.So that means I can go and get wht I want,when I want it.
And I want it too.After all,what more is there to want.
Fame,fortune and nice cloths.
i want it, and I will get it.
And he wil call me.
Its illegal for models to be given permits after enterring te country,and he'll have a hell of a hard time finding a young blonde girl of his specifications.I'm the best in my age bracket and in his price range.

I love cabs.Love them.
I begin moaning about the agency to the driver.the driver I get is usualy a nice guy called guy.He works at the agency I've used since I was six.He's twenty seven now,ad still had the grin of a boy.
He's also my best freind.He has a face taht maks you think of a puppy. A twinkly note in his voie. He like being a cab driver.He made his own hours and got tipss for being freindly.
Thick blond hair that was always half hidden thought e glass because of his dsplayed licese and picture.Possibly the funniest guy on earth.
Guy kept a picturee of me and him last new years on his dash,next to the one ofhis girlfreind,Carla. He told me what he thought of the jerks who turn me down,and every christmas and birthday I got a card and a cheap bottle of exspensive perfrume.He had freinds who worked on the docks.Guy barely frowns,or shuts up.Which is why I was worried.
Today he was quiet.And pale.
Extremly pale.His usual tan is faded.I tap on the partition and he grunts.
I tap harder and say his name. He jerks,and turns to look at me.
My body freezes,and my eyes are locke don is face.
Or whats left of it.

His left eye was gone.So was most of te skull.I can see the greyness of the brain.The blood was clumping on his shirt.Bile rises in my throat. I vomitted all the small brunch I'd had.
Dead.
Undeinably dead.
Guy tilted his head like a dog, and his mouth twitched.A smile.He was trying to smile. A noise rumbled in his throat, and his mouth formed a word.Unmistakeable.
Angel.
He remembered me,but then his brow wrinkled.
He turned around and his hand came up,reached and grazed the picture.

I pull back and lean against the back of the seat,the sent of sick reaching my nose.I notice he's driving towards my home,and when he stos,I don't get out.I see my neighbour, and managed to get him to look at Guy,get him to call an ambulance.I had a feeling if I got out the car he'd drive off.

He turned to look at me again,and I heard the partion come down.Tears ll, I couldn't stop crying.Sobs racked me as he reached out,and that hand toched my cheek.
I coldn't move. Could barely catch my breat.
The hand was cold.Clammy and cold.He mouthed my name with a grunt. I knew it was guy,Sweet kind guy who bought me perfrume and let me tell im secrets,who'd kssed my cheek at midnight and who had conjoled me when things went bad.
And he was dead, and comforting me still.I didn't hear the sirens,and saw the paramedics.
Guy wouldn't go,put up a fight,kept petting my cheek and head, so I went to.
I'm writng on my phone from the morgue.Guy is stting on the slab,occasional looking up at me and smiling that smile.That boyish smile that makes heart,But it seems differnt somehow.Theres just not that spark of life.
I'm looking at him,and outside the press is clamouring to get a picture, or a cooment.
The paramedics had found no heart beat.No brain activity.No lungs inflating.Those grunts were inexplicalble.
My Guy is dead,but still caring about me.Still moving,still looking at me,still trying to say my name.

He's just stood,trying to come to me,because I'm crying again.
The attendent doesn't stop him.He's siting next to me,and his face no longer makes my somach turn.He's still got that smile,and his cold hand puts an arm around me.
H's so cold.but its Guy.Its comfort.The attendent looks scaired.Iim leanign into him now.
He might be dead,but I need this.I can't leave him.Not now.I can't.
Gu.I wisper his name.The attendant is telling me its not hygenic,that the police wouldn't allow it.That the FBI could quantine me along with him.
Let them.
Fucking let them.

Hello,her i will tell you that hhis blog is going to be the onoing tail of a new kind of zombie invasion.

These zombies don't eat flesh.They don't hunt you down,or try and eat your brains.
Theyjust rot.They walk,they contiue their working lives,and they rot,leaving survivors to live with the aftermath.
But that after math is going to get weird.Especialy for my characers.

It will be told frm the four veiw points of my main characters,all of which will be clearly stated in the title.

So without further ado,welcome to And then the world died.