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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYMQXk_fip7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912182522782360743</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:56:20.746-08:00</updated><category term="zombies" /><category term="the dead walk" /><category term="zombie lover" /><category term="zombie book" /><category term="zombieshelpme" /><category term="zombie film" /><category term="I love zombies" /><category term="zombie" /><title>Zombie Survivor - The Dead Walk</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zombie-survivor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://zombie-survivor.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Paddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ZombieSurvivor" /><feedburner:info uri="zombiesurvivor" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUANR3oyeip7ImA9WB9VGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912182522782360743.post-6181219231041771896</id><published>2007-12-06T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:29:56.492-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-06T15:29:56.492-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombie film" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I love zombies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombie lover" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombie book" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombies" /><title>Day 4 - Where Are The Zombies</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I made it back. I haven't updated this journal for a few days because I seem to be experiencing drops of power to my house. I always thought that I would have at least a few months worth of electricity before the big 'black out' would happen. I guess I was wrong. It's back on now but I am limiting the amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;electricity&lt;/span&gt; I use. I even broke into almost every house on the street to switch off all the lights and appliances. Desperate times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally plucked up the courage to go outside I ensured I had my Zombie Outbreak survival bag with me (boy does that sound weird). I thought I would never get the chance to use this damn thing. It had been gathering dust for the last year in my garage. It basically has every thing I need to survive for three days. First Aid kit, food, water that kind of stuff. When I first opened my door for the first time since all this had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; the stench of the rotten dead hit me. Have you ever had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whiff&lt;/span&gt; of a dead dog or sheep? or maybe your pet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hamster&lt;/span&gt; after it had passed away? Well, multiply that odour by ten and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the smell. There were more corpses then I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; imagined there would be. These lucky people were so mauled and 'damaged' by the initial Zombie outbreak that they couldn't possible function as a fully fledged walking dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt strange walking outside for the first time. Everything was dead quiet (excuse the pun). No cars, no people, no modern day noise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pollution&lt;/span&gt; that our ears have come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;accustomed&lt;/span&gt; to. I made a quick check of the area whilst I were outside. Finding a working car is going to be my next challenge. It was getting dark at the time so I limited my time outside. So far no more zombies. Where are they? Where have they gone? Also where are the survivors? Am I the only one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912182522782360743-6181219231041771896?l=zombie-survivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZombieSurvivor/~4/_mj3iRvmNQw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zombie-survivor.blogspot.com/feeds/6181219231041771896/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912182522782360743&amp;postID=6181219231041771896" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912182522782360743/posts/default/6181219231041771896?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912182522782360743/posts/default/6181219231041771896?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZombieSurvivor/~3/_mj3iRvmNQw/day-4-zombies.html" title="Day 4 - Where Are The Zombies" /><author><name>Paddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zombie-survivor.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-4-zombies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEAQn44eyp7ImA9WB9VF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912182522782360743.post-128113052074506764</id><published>2007-12-04T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:30:43.033-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-04T06:30:43.033-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombieshelpme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the dead walk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombies" /><title>Day 2 - I'm Going Outside</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been about 10 hours since I last saw any activity outside. It seems as though even the Dead have to sleep.  I must have dozed for about an hour total during the night. Every time I wake I prey that this is just a dream and my Girlfriend walks into my bedroom with a hot cup of coffee. My girlfriend. Where is she? I last saw her the night before all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. She works night shifts at a local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; about 25 miles from where we live. She didn't come home that night. I must get to her to see if she is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. Thing is my car was taken the night all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. I guess someone managed to get the engine started and fled as far as they could. I don't blame them.  I must go outside and find some sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vehicle&lt;/span&gt;. It's been 10 hours, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; safe. I'm going outside. If I don't update my journal again then I didn't make it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912182522782360743-128113052074506764?l=zombie-survivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZombieSurvivor/~4/TFiOvoEa6RI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zombie-survivor.blogspot.com/feeds/128113052074506764/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912182522782360743&amp;postID=128113052074506764" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912182522782360743/posts/default/128113052074506764?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912182522782360743/posts/default/128113052074506764?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZombieSurvivor/~3/TFiOvoEa6RI/day-2-im-going-outside.html" title="Day 2 - I'm Going Outside" /><author><name>Paddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zombie-survivor.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-2-im-going-outside.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMFQHg9fyp7ImA9WxZQFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912182522782360743.post-4304003892928168858</id><published>2007-12-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:40:11.667-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-21T07:40:11.667-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombieshelpme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the dead walk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombies" /><title>Day 1 - The Dead Walk</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. I knew it would. Nobody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt; to me when I told them the Dead will walk. Well they will listen now...They have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; three days ago. I saw it on the news. This was no joke. This was really happening. You see, I have been waiting for this day for many years now. Preparing myself, building my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reserves&lt;/span&gt; and waiting....waiting. I am writing this journal to hopefully find other survivors. People like me who have been preparing, building...getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen anyone for nearly two whole days now. When I say anyone, I mean the living. As I write this first journal I can hear the moans outside my house, the banging on my door, the scraping of limp limbs, the scratching of desperate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;souls&lt;/span&gt;. No film could have prepared me for this moment. The fear I feel inside right now I cannot begin to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep this journal going as long as I can. I just hope the Internet is as robust as all those computer geeks kept telling us. I still have electricity in my house and I have a freezer and cupboard full of food so I should last a good month or so before I need to go outside. The TV and radio broadcasts have ended so I feel very alone right now. I hope there are others out there. Other survivors. I need to find a way to find you. I hope to God you read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to setup a system to find other survivors. Link to my site with the words "Zombies" and I will search for your links every day in the hope there are other survivors out there...Good Luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912182522782360743-4304003892928168858?l=zombie-survivor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZombieSurvivor/~4/ZDke7edIxz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zombie-survivor.blogspot.com/feeds/4304003892928168858/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912182522782360743&amp;postID=4304003892928168858" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912182522782360743/posts/default/4304003892928168858?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912182522782360743/posts/default/4304003892928168858?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ZombieSurvivor/~3/ZDke7edIxz4/day-1-dead-walk.html" title="Day 1 - The Dead Walk" /><author><name>Paddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://zombie-survivor.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-1-dead-walk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

