Hi, my name is Michael Forest. I am a survivor of the H1Z1 virus that created the zombies. I am writing this to tell my story to anyone left alive, to be remembered if I die or turn.
My brother and I where always fascinated with zombies and preparing for them, but as it turns out we where not as ready as we thought. I remember waking up at around 5am hearing screams in the house. I checked my brothers room and he was up as well, We went to investigate to find zombies chowing down on our parents. We looked at each other and ran for our “Zombie hideout”. As We headed to it, I looked back at the house and cried, My brother being strong, yelled at me to get to the hideout. It was the most terrifying thing ever. Nothing we did prepared us for that.
Shortly later we arrived. I got out of the jeep and helped take some things out and put it in the base. Once done I grabbed a bag full of guns and another with bows and arrows. I came back to the jeep and got my sawed off shotgun and my pistol that my father gave to me.
We used a CB radio and a regular radio to try to keep updated and communicate with other survivors.
Month after month the radio and CB noise got less and less as more and more survivors died. We only left the base when we needed to gather more resources such as wood and food. As time passed on I lost hope in things ever returning back to normal.
About 4 years passed by with only a few survivors remaining in contact. We traded things most with a group calling them self’s Dead’s Misfits or DeadMisfits. The leader called himself DeadLight. They where known for stealing peoples pants, but only for fun and offered people things in return. I also heard anyone refusing to give their paints died. I suppose in this new world, people have to find something to do. I’ve talked to my brother about joining them, he liked being independent, but eventually realized we would be better off with them.
On the day we where going to meet them and our base was attacked. My brother wanted to stay and fight, but there was to many of them. He soon realized that if we wanted to survive we had to leave. I think if he would of been the only survivor in our family he would of stayed and died fighting them off. After escaping we drove off and meet up with DeadLight and his misfits, and we agreed to join them.
Over the next several years people came and left the Misfits. Some great additions and some so vile they had to be put down. Every year was a struggle. A little of my humanity slipped away each year that went by. It seemed the only thing keeping me together was my friends and family. You could see the hopelessness in their eyes, but didn’t want others to see it. Stealing pants and
killing zombies seemed to be the only way to pass the time. I was just ready for it to be over with either way. The thought of my parents crossed through my head a lot. I never lost the idea of what would they do if they where here. I would like to think they would keep fighting and survive and never give up.
At this point I was around 40. It seemed like any other day, but boy was I wrong. We gathered supplies into vehicles and went out as our usual thing we did.
We drove further out than we normally do, we managed after months to get a tunnel clear of debris. We came across this building that said CDC on it, and we
managed to get inside. We came across many things we loaded up into our cars. Once the vehicles where full we headed back to base. Once we where back at the base we unloaded the vehicles and I noticed a box labeled The Cure, I open the box and it is a gun with dart looking things.
I slip it over my back with a holster string and snuck away from the base while they where unloading the rest of the vehicles. I could hear in the background Deadlight yelling where is Michael? Why isn’t he helping to unload this shit. I kept going and soon came across a few zombies. I loaded up the weapon and took aim at the zombies. I fired and upon impact the zombie turned to dust. I was shocked at what had happened and didn’t notice a zombie getting really close. I herd a shot fire and notice the zombie near me drop. I turn around and it’s DeadLight and a few others. he yells what the hell are you doing? I turned around and told him about the weapon I found out of the stuff we looted. He called BS so I loaded up another dart and found a zombie and shot. Everyone was in shock at seeing a zombie just turn to dust. For the first time in a long time I smiled and said guys, this is it. This could be the end of the zombies. Deadlight asks me how many darts are left and I look and the smile disappears and I tell him only 6 but surely we can try to make more if we can somehow find out what it is made of. Deadlight looks at me and says are you serious man? Do we look like scientists?
I shake my head and say well, perhaps another survivor out there might be able to help or perhaps there are other buildings like that one where we can get more.
To be continued….