Brazil invaded???

this is a post by a fellow survivor who contacted me from Brazil..., he seemed pretty freaked.., who wouldn't. Hope he fights till the end...

This is what he said...,

Takren said...

Hang in there, man!

Im with a group in Brazil (8 people) we're surviving in a old hotel but I don't know for how long. We had only a few close encouters with infected ones, but the people who is still alive are doing some riots around here. (they´re more dangerous then zombies at the moment).

The TV and Cel Phones are death and the internet it was very instable.

We'll try to check you more often, please keep updated AND DON'T GIVE UP!

July 29, 2008 9:50 AM

his link...,

http://www.blogger.com/profile/03694815656640534829

Treasure's in life.

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( not proper timeline )

Still trapped in a room so guess ill update the journals I have created the way I saved them in my laptop as I walked aimlessly in the sewers.

Day 3
Time : 2.45 p.m
Place : ???.
Country : Malaysia

By the time you read this, most probably means im dead. Im in the sewers now. Trapt. Running as fast as I can. There’s no internet down here so im just writing it on Microsoft words. I don’t even know anymore why im blogging. Everytime I get a chance to sit down to rest down in this shit hole, I find myself blogging in my laptop, DAMN!!! I AM GOING CRAZY. So here I am, sitting in the sewers, blogging, when there’s zombies in the sewers too. Zombie’s which hunger for my flesh.

I have tried climbing out of one of the ladders which leads to the surface but it won’t open. At this point, im already to tired to move. 56 hours without sleep is killing me now. I feel myself slipping into deep slumber. FUCK IT, I MUSN’T SLEEP! Its as if im just leaving myself to be killed down here! I’ve seen what those things do to their victims. They eat them…, ALIVE!!!

So here , right now, I will right my will.

MY WILL

Hey there people, friends and family. Most probably im dead. Haha, don’t worry, I want you to know that I have put up a fight before I kicked the bucket. Please, don’t judge me. I did some things I shouldn’t have and death probably is the price I must pay. I wish I could still be here to protect all of you. I wish I could be here to sacrifice my own pathetic life for another. I wish I could just……….

To my Mum and dad,

I wished could be a better son. I know I have always been such an asshole to both of you. I lied when I said that I wasn’t wasting any money in college. I know both of you worked overtime, to pay for me, and by brothers. And I just wasted the 600 ringgit you gave me on stuff I don’t need. I don’t even think of all the hardships I put you all through whenever I fuck myself up by getting into trouble. All I wanted to do is to make you proud but guess I cant even do that in college. I couldn’t be the top student. I couldn’t even pass my university exams. I know both of you constantly worry of what your sons are becoming. I just hope seeing me like this, just won’t you sad. I never really said this to both of you in person. But I love you, Mum and dad. I just wished I could say this to both of you in person.

To my Brothers,

Damn, we had a nice run didn’t me. All those times we had together. Riding on bikes like there was no tomorrow. Remember the time when we had an accident on the way back after skipping school where you broke your hand and I was catapulted across the street. My helmet broke but I landed on my ass. Managed to get up before I got run over by a school bus though. How we laughed at the injuries we had. Guess I have never told you that all those times had been really fun. Glad you always had my back man.

To my Friends,

I offer my sincerest apologies for not helping any of you. I wished I could give up my life now in exchange for all of yours but reality is harsh. This is real life, It isn’t a game. Death is final. I know that Chew Jian Yong is dead, I saw his zombie as I ran down the emergency exit and straight into the man hole which lead me to this shit hole. My catacomb, so to speak. I pray God will pardon my sins and allow me to beg for your forgiveness so I can rest in eternal bliss. All I got to say to all of you guys is that I appreciate having all of you in my life. Without you, my life would have seriously sucked. I didn't know that all of you meant so much to me until i hid in that room, thinking about what i have done.

These 76 hours have put focus into my life. Im just sad i has wasted it all on petty things and not trasure what is most important. Please, to all of you who still have a family to love, stay by them..., to the very end....

Updates in the sewers

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( not proper timeline )

Still trapped in a room so guess ill update the journals I have created the way I saved them in my laptop as I walked aimlessly in the sewers.

Day 3
Time : 1.14p.m
Place : Sewers.
Country : Malaysia

Shit.SHIT, Shit,Shit shit Shit,Shit shit Shit,Shit shit Shit,Shit shit Shit,Shit shit SHIT…!!!

I’m totally fucked.

Its game over.

At least that’s what it looks like for now

I’m trapped in the sewers, with no exit. WHATSOEVER. Well, in all my experience of reading or watching films or books about zombie’s. The first mistake done by a survivor is to go into small enclosed spaces to seek refuge from zombies. Examples of a small, enclosed, space…, elevators, hospitals, SEWERS. Totally wrong move right? FUCK, HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID!!!!

So here I am, stuck, in the middle of the sewers. With no idea of where im going. I can hear ‘them’ coming for me. The slow sloshing sounds of sewage as ‘they’ shamble through it. Im trapt like a mouse in a cage. I DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHERE I AM!!!

Well, to tell this story, we need to back track a few hours. After packing my supplies in my water proof beg, I thought of an ingenious way of escaping.(at least that’s what I thought of it at that time). Since it was raining, If I could actually attract all the zombies to my dorm by blasting my radio to full blast, I would have enough time to use the fire escape outside my window. Without thinking, I switched on the radio in my room to full blast and made a run for it. RIGHT INTO A ZOMBIE!!! It is…. Was…, that douschebag Pejat who lives across my dorm. FUCK, I left him to die…, and now his one of ‘Them’, the living dead. I remember running like hell. I COULDN’T HIT HIM WITH MY KATANA. I .. I just couldn’t. I let him die. I LET HIM DIE!!! GAH, No time to think.

FUCK they are coming again! I gott

Tribute to my Angels

Day 5
Time : 11.42 pm
Place : Trapped in a locked room
Country : Malaysia

IM STILL ALIVE!!! My guardian angles are seriously working overtime. Over the past 48 hours, I had been trapt in the sewers below my college. Thinking about it still creeps me out.

I nearly got killed yesterday. I wasn’t able to think anymore at that time due to fatigue. So I tried to find a place where I could sleep, far away from the random zombies in the sewers. But before I knew it, I suddenly realize that a group of the undead was walking towards me. It was too dark. Im not sure what happened then but the sight of them made me ran backwards from the way I came from. But, there was already a group of zombies who was chasing me since I entered the sewers from my room there.

I panicked. I was TRAPT!!! I realize that I needed to fight. I hold onto my beg and clutched my wooden katana. Based on my experience from watching zombie movies, the zombie’s head is the most vulnerable part of a zombie. Severe it, and the zombie is dead…, again I guess! My goal was just to use the momentum of my swing to bring down the leading zombies in the front group. I cant really remember the numbers of the zombies but I cant really see the end of the group.(both ways)

I was truly fucked, but I wont give them the pleasure of eating me without a fight. The thought of being ripped apart scares me to the bone but the determination to live makes me scream out and make a desperate rush towards the group in the front.

Im not really sure what happened next. It was a blur. I crashed into the front row of zombies. I felt myself being scratched by multiple hands. Teeth start to dig into my jeans. My choice of wearing work jeans had paid off. I tried to regroup by jumping backwards. The hands clung unto me. I could feel their slimy hands hold onto me, those bastards starts gasping for fresh blood. Fuck!!! I slashed blindly around. Somehow, by some strange luck, I managed to repel their hands but I fell unto the floor. As the zombies stumble upon each other, (some crawled) I realize the group from my college was nearing me. I looked wildly around on the floor of the sewer. A DRAIN HOLE which was under the sewage. Didn’t realize it in my panic a while ago. It was grilled but I took a mad swing at it with my katana. The iron grills must have rusted as it snapped away easily. And for once in my life, I was happy at how lame the quality of the public things are in Malaysia. I hold my breathe and slid into the small hole, together with the slime and shit.

And then … BLANK.

When I woke up, my wounds were treated. Somehow, I wasn’t hurt in the ordeal. The scratches didn’t make me into a zombie.

Im SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY!!!

In any case, I can’t really see well but I am a prisoner in a room with only a door to look at and some electric ports. Somehow, the room has a connection to the internet. I’m not sure what is happening but no one came eventhough I screamed for helped. News all over the world shows that the zombie invasion in spreading at a rapid pace.

Ive survived so far…., but I don’t think the world will ever be the same anymore.

God help us all.

Moment of Insanity

Day 3
Time : 12.19p.m
Place : Unknown.
Country : Malaysia

It has been 3 days. Im not sure of what to expect anymore. I haven’t slept in the past 48 hours. I can feel my body getting weaker as I write this blog. I cant think staright. My mind feels as if someone has poured a ton of acid in it. I just feel numb with fatigue and stress. Guess I’m using this blog to keep myself awake for the search team…, But as the time goes on, my hopes of getting saved by the rescue team seams to be getting smaller.

However, after finding out that my family is safe somewhere else. I have vowed that I shall protect them with my life. No matter what happens. I WONT LET ANYONE CLOSE TO ME DIE ANYMORE. I don’t care what if I become a demon myself if that is what it takes for me to save them right? Lols, guess it’s true that people just need a small reason to keep them living. But u know whats sick, Im not sure why, but at this moment I just feel like laughing at my condition. Im freaking myself out because of that.

Anyways, So here’s the deal. I only have 2 choice’s to make right now.

Choice one

-I camp it out, try to stay alive in my room as long as possible until help comes.

Choice two

- I make a run for it to the mall near my place where I read a bulletin off the net that people are building a garrison against the zombies. There’s enough supplies to last at least a month.

After much thought, I realize I could only last in this room for another week. A mans house shoudn’t be his jail right? Plus I cant bear the fact that this room is the main reminder of the sins I have done. I need out, NOW. Yeah, I know there are those things out there. However, one thing I do know is that they react to sound. Hopefully if I am quiet, I could slip past them, unnoticed. Plus its raining outside now. The sound will cover my steps, hopefully. I can feel adrenaline coursing through my body. Guess not sleeping is killing my rationality. Haha!!

So, here I am, finding for rations in my room.

I’ve looked around my room and could only find a few rations to continue living which I will take with me. Somehow, the wooden katana I have kept under my bed might come in handy to keep those things at bay for a while.

So here’s the list of my rations and equipment

1. My handphone (also serves as a camera, and recorder)
2. Laptop
3. A psp
4. A wooden katana
5. 1 and half bottles of water
6. A can of biscuits

Not much I know, haha, guess I don’t really expect myself to live past my door. But everything needs a leap of faith. I haven’t really heard anything outside for the past few hours. So guess I should do my plan now before I think twice! Hopefully the rain will cover my tracks…. Hopefully I will live to write the next blog.

Surviving......so far.............

Day 2
Time : 9.50p.m
Place : Still in my room.
Country : Malaysia

It has already been a full day since the incident. Being trapped here, in my own room, in an apartment, has given me a long time to think and recollect myself. I cant express how much pain i have gone through in the past day. I have always been a person who goes for outdoor activities so i could handle physical pain to a certain extend. However, i am deeply traumatized by the sights and sounds that i have heard in the past few hours.

Okay. I shall report what i have been through so far in this blog. I know its really crazy that im still blogging when i know people are being killed as i write this blog, but i guess its a way i handle the psychological trauma im going through. I need, no, i MUST blog to continue living in this crazy world.

To all those who are reading this blog, i hope you wont judge me for my actions so far. I don't really mean to leave all my friends outside. I tried to save them..., i really did....


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who am i kidding, all i thought about at the first murder was to safe myself. "RUN AWAY ADAM, DONT LOOK BACK ADAM, JUST KEEP RUNNING!!!" was the only thing in my mind as i saw pure madness unfold before my eyes. Now that i could think clearer, i could remember something about an update on the news during the evening news last night about a riot which started in downtown Kuala Lumpur. I couldn't care more about it, guess its normal nowadays. Wasn't my policy to get entangled with stuff which may endanger my life. Kinda ironic isnt it. HahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahaHAHA!!

Guess, i can feel my sanity slipping away, with each scream outside my window. I'm trapped in my own room. The thumping on my door had stopped. Apparently the things seem to have attacked someone else. I was lucky as my barricade was beginning to fall apart. I dont deserve this luck. I dont deserve my life anymore. I'm a monster. I left my best friends to die when i ran away and hide. I curled up in a corner as i heard the guy who lives opposite my room gets ripped apart by those things. I didnt even shout as i fear those things might come back. What can i say, im superstitious. In an Asian community, who can blame me for that. ive been constantly fed with stories of shamans bringing the dead to life. And of cause, the brutality of the murders.

Hell, Hollywood had fed me the same load of crap on the undead. They swarm, and they feed on human flesh. So far, im not sure if what im dealing with is made by magic or is an epidemic. Whether their zombies, or......., infected people. What i do know is , I don't deserve to live.

I heard from my friend once, that if you slit your wrist diagonally, you would kill yourself at a very fast rate. Suicide, the easy way out, eh. I thought that was the only was to go now that i betrayed everyone. I don't want to be murdered. Ripped apart. Become one of "THEM". All hope was lost until i got a call on my handphone. MY FAMILY IS ALIVE..., but whatever was happening, it was spreading fast.

My family had been put under the care of the Malaysian army and was relocated in Penang Island. Guess the government thinks that the only way to stop the spread of the infection was to put every civilian in a small island and blow away the only method to go there, the Penang Bridge. Civilians around my area is being evacuated as we speak via rescue teams. My family managed to inform me that i should make my way to a rescue team at all costs as the team will only pass through once in a area in a helicopter.


And with that, here i am, looking out the window. I must not sleep, at all costs. I cant risk missing the rescue team. I just cant. I must survive.

ANYONE LISTENING????

DAY 1
PLACE = Unknown

S.O.S! Please Help!

Hey!!!!! IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE???? ANYONE??? I don’t know what’s happening out there…, has been 2 hours.., since im stuck here in this room. I’m not sure what they are or where they come from but guess I need to tell the world, what’s happening. IM NOT GOING TO DIE LIKE JUST ANOTHER GUY HERE, not like this. No one deserves this.

Well, to anyone who’s reading this blog now…., I’m not really sure if you do know me or if you even know where im from. All I can say to you right now is…, that you are my best friend right now. In fact, you might even be the ONLY ONE who could save me…. Im a little disoriented from the fuss going on outside. But I shall just sit back and hide here for now, under all these tables. Guess the barricade I set up might hold on a little longer. Hopefully long enough for me to survive this night. Survive long enough…, till help comes.

For all who don’t know me, my name is Adam Jay Robert. Im 20 years old and guess im what most people would call a Chindian. (basically a Chinese mix with an Indian). Yeah, I know it might seem pretty crazy to blog when all hell is breaking lose but it’s the only way I could communicate with anyone. I tried calling my family with my hand phone but the lines are busy. And so is my MSN and SKYPE…, SHIT!!! So the only way I could tell my family I’m safe is by blogging. How screwed up is that???

Im just another regular guy. Normal friends, enjoyed my days hanging out with them. Today started out just like any other day. I was just sitting in my college room when I heard people start screaming. I ran out of my room, curious of what it was, and guess what I saw. IT WAS A GIRL BITING THE NECK OFF A GUY. Yeah, you heard me. A clean bite, straight through his trachea. Ive seen and been through lots in my teenage years, but ive NEVER SEEN A MAN GET MURDERED RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES. Panicked, a few tried to stop the girl in her rampage. Im not sure what happened but I chickened out and vomited. Till this moment, I can still taste the bile. If im not mistaken, I remember watching the guy who was killed by the girl twitching as I ran away. Screams echo through the corridor as i ran up to my room on the 5th floor. I dont know where my friends were. I dunno whats happening. Please, someone, tell me?

It was a nightmare. I still hope it is. I can smell blood everywhere. The smell…, its everywhere…, I cant stand this anymore. I can hear people hammering my door to let them in. No, please go away! I cant think straight! Don't say anything, just leave me alone!Im barricaded in my room but I wont open it, not for anyone. Im just gonna sit here and blog. Till help comes…., till help…, comes….