Teegan O’Leary/?

   The inhuman screams of the reptile-like alien were all I could hear as I lay in bed. The raspy high-pitched screams invaded my mind and thoughts with the momentum of a rushing bull. The funny thing was that it didn’t bother me like it would bother most people. In fact, with every yell and lash of the whip, with every guttaral moan and sound of the ax making contact, feelings of smug satisfaction rolled off of me like drops of sweat in July.

They could feel pain, just as much as us inferior humans can.

After the first few hours of “questioning” the bug, I began to grow bored. It seemed there was nothing we could to do to get this thing to talk. I began to worry that it was incapable of human speech even though I knew for a fact that it could talk as well as any human. I had seen these things talking with each other as I watched from afar. I had seen them chum around with each other and show a comaraderie that seemed purely human.

“ANSWER ME, I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOU FUCKING LIZARD!” I shouted over and over at that beast and still it bested me by not saying a word. A fire started to burn in my chest and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off the deathblow much longer. All the fucking trouble of getting this thing here and it helped in no way. The one good thing that would come out of this “alien-napping” was meeting Josh. So, at least the whole venture was not futile.

It was after about five hours of whipping, slicing and hacking away at every part of that stinking reptile that we had our first breakthrough. Josh had sweat pouring off of his well sculpted body (that I could not stop staring at) when he finally stepped back and admitted that we might as well just kill it cause we weren’t getting anywhere and maybe we should try grabbing one that is more human looking, when it made a sound that was not a moan or a scream. I looked at josh “Did you hear that?” I asked him. I could see it in his eyes that he did, so he didn’t need to answer when he said “Fucking A, I heard it, it asked for water”. Then he turned to the bug, took in its slimy, bloody state and said “We’re about to kill you, why would we show you any mercy, your kind gives none to our people.” It gave him an angry look with those menacing black eyes and moved its head in my direction “Female” it said “Your gender is kinder and has more compassion, will you not give me some water before your mate here finishes me?” Its voice was raspy and delicate. Pathetic. The sound of my shrill laughter was so loud and maniacal, I must have looked utterly insane. “You SO have the wrong girl, you fuckface, here’s your God-damned water”, I hacked up the biggest wad of snot and spit that I could muster and spat it right into that bugs slimy fucking face. To my astonishment and disgust, it’s long lizard tongue whipped out of it’s mouth and licked up every drop of my spit. Nasty fucking bug.

Hours later, I lay here in my bed and listen to Josh going to work on it. Ripping, crunching, slashing……….and a whole lot of screaming. It’s like music to my ears.

Teegan O’Leary/Summer

I was having mixed feelings about what we were about to do. Fear, anger and excitement swirled through my mind and body like a blizzard of emotions. I wasn’t sure where to begin. I started asking myself, what are the main questions we need answered. What are these things? Where do they come from? What do they want with us and our planet? Can they feel pain like we do? What we really need is to find a flaw in thier operation like the fucking death star. One weakness that can bring them all down. Without that I see no way that Josh, Angel and me will be able to kill them all. God knows how many there are and where they are. There were reports of the meteors hitting various spots all over the Earth. How is the rest of the world fairing against these things?

Angel, who was standing guard outside of the cell door, was being stubborn about moving aside when we went to enter the room. Her hair was standing straight up on her back and she had a low growl in her throat. She did not like the idea of us opening that door. After a moment of scratching behind her ears while talking softly to her with reassurances, she whined like a puppy and obeyed. I wasn’t sure what to expect when we entered but I sure as hell didn’t expect to find the thing sitting on the floor chewing through its own limbs to get free of the chains.

Its snakelike face was even more grotesque with bits of green, shell-like skin, human blood, and black oily shit all over it. Multi-colored slime dripped from its fangs. It had already been successful in gnawing through one disgusting insect arm. It lay on the floor next to him, still twitching, as he worked on the second insect arm. There was black slime and blood everywhere, the walls, the floor, the ceiling. The scariest part was that it appeared to be regrowing the bug arm. We could plainly see what looked like a wierd version of human bone and insect shell-like skin sticking out of the point where a humans elbow would be, slowly re-forming. The sight of it all was hideous, traumatizing, horrible. The smell was stomach-turning. One whiff and I was running back out of the room clutching my stomach trying to hold my spaghetti down. Josh followed closing the door behind him. He put his hand on my back and asked if I was alright. I’m not used to simple gestures of kindness like that so I jumped back a little, but he didn’t remove his hand. In fact he started rubbing it up and down. Massaging my shoulders and back. Human contact, its been awhile. When I looked up at him, I saw he was whiter than a ghost. I guess seeing and smelling that gave him a start as well. I stood up straight, turned and wrapped my arms around his middle. He returned the hug and we just stood there like that for a minute. I was suddenly very aware of how thankful I am to have him here with me. So much has happened and sometimes it doesn’t seem real. I wake up and I’m not sure if I’m awake or still dreaming. Now at least I know I’m not alone anymore.

 
When we stepped apart we both seemed to feel the same urgency to hurry and resecure the monster behind the closed door. He went straight to the weapons, I looked for something to keep it from biting itself or infecting us with the bug slime. I finally found the perfect thing mixed in with the womens clothing I had found when I first came down here. I really wish I could talk to my buddies who owned this place, cause I am dying to know which of them was the sex freak! Among the clothes, there were also a few sex toys, a strap-on, a regular vibrator, an anus sleeve, a leather mask, a whip and one of those gags with the red ball that goes in the mouth. I grabbed the mask, the gag and then I grabbed the whip just for shits and giggles. I wouldn’t mind getting a few lashes at the alien bug with it! I walked over to where the weapons and Josh were, put the stuff on the table, and started to pick through everything trying to decide which kind of torture device I would like to use. I decided I would take the taser and my blades in. When I turned back to him, he was holding up the mask, gag, and whip with a wry grin on his face. His eyebrows were raised so high they were practically touching his hairline. The grin tuned into a big smile before he said “I’m not saying a thing” and burst out laughing so hard that I couldn’t help but laugh with him. “oh shut up” I said while cracking up, “they were here when I got here!” “suuure” he purred “ya know if you wanted to get freaky all you had to do was ask.” I punched him lightly on his good shoulder and he burst out laughing again.

While the giggles were dying away a thought occurred to me, I decided to run it past him. “If it can grow back the alien limbs, do you think it can do the same for the human ones?” He looked at me like Christmas had come early and said “OoooH, lets go find out!” He took an ax from the wall and after pushing Angel aside again went back in.

Josh Black/Early Summer

I must have lost a good bit of blood, not enough to slow me down much, but enough to make my brain play tricks on me. My internal fantasy was a little hard to distinguish from reality for a while. 

I saw myself as Teal’c, injured in battle, as Captain Carter saved me from being assimilated by a symbiote. Now we were dragging a Goa’uld back to the StarGate and off this godforsaken planet. In reality, I was Josh (like always), injured in battle, saved by the mysterious blonde woman and her dog, dragging an alien/human/insect thing back to what turned out to be the closest thing to StarGate Command I’ll ever see.

 Besides her cursing at me to get up, the trek back was quiet. Blondie spoke to the dog (she called her Angel) every once in a while, while I tried to hold as much of the thing’s weight as I could with my good arm. Blondie was thin, but deceptively strong. Sometimes the setting sun glinted off her hair like some stupid scene in a romantic comedy, and I had to remind myself that now was not the time for trying to be pimp daddy mack. I chuckled at myself and Blondie just shot me a “what the fuck is wrong with you?” kinda look. 

When we reached the door to her hideout, I imagined some dank basement with half a broken bookshelf holding a can of ravioli and a rotten orange. Maybe a couch cushion on the floor, stained of course. Reeking of dog urine. And even that much would have been great. When she opened the door and we entered, I thought I was still delusional! Weapons, food, water, HOT water, places to sit and lay. It was Shangri-La to me. A haven in this hell hole of a world. Then she offered me a hot shower, I swear I could’ve cried and kissed her feet right there! 

I don’t want to be crude, but I masturbated in the shower. I honestly think it was the first erection I’ve had since the meteor storm, and I wasn’t fantasizing about anything in particular. I guess after all this time the simple joy of meeting another REAL human willing to fight these things, and finally washing a few weeks of grime and blood off of me, with actual soap, it just happened. I’m only writing this part so IF I ever do get out of this mess, you know, us humans take the planet back or whatever, I can remember how important this moment was. Maybe I won’t go bat shit insane after all. 

Blondie looked like she freshened up a bit herself. Actually, she was quite beautiful. I made a decision right then though, that I wouldn’t make any advances on her unless I was absolutely sure they were wanted. I needed a friend, a teammate in this war much more than I needed to try to get my rocks off. But if she put the moves on me, I’d be more than willing. I know, what a time to be thinking about this, but you can’t always help where your mind takes you. She offered me some pain meds, which i didn’t really want until she showed me the big ass needle she was going to use to sew my wound up. She was cooking some food too, so I took two pills and said “Let’s get this done.”

She was pretty quick about it, as gentle as she could be while sewing a 3 inch gash in my arm. She sprayed some neosporin on it and gave me a fresh bandage. 

We sat to eat, and made some awkward conversation while doing so. The spaghetti was great, and I was ravenous. There was meat and all in the sauce! I guess I had gotten used to subsiding off of protein bars and energy drinks for too long because it seemed like the best meal of my life. Throughout the conversation I learned that her name was Teegan, and the house wasn’t hers. She had the key because she used to check on the house for her neighbors when they were away. She and the dog, Angel, found each other after the storm and have been inseparable since. Once Teegan got started talking, there really was no stopping her. I found myself enjoying the conversation, we even laughed a couple times. Laughing was something I didn’t think I’d be doing anytime soon, well, unless I totally lost it. 

I guess it’s time to start trying to interrogate this alien thing. Should be fun. 

Teegan O’Leary/Summer

Teegan O’Leary/Summer

Getting this fucker back here was no easy task. I was grateful for the help carrying it. If it had just been Angel and I it would have taken all night. But at last, we made here safely, and I don’t think anyone saw us. Its in the hole, chained up. M.r Tree Assasin is here with me. Notebook, I wish you could have seen the look on his face when we got in here and he was able to look around. I guess its been a while since he’s had hot running water, soap and all the hot food he can eat. I don’t mean to be a bitch but the smell coming off of him was horrendous.

After we got the insectoid secured and drugged, ”Josh” jumped on the opportunity to shower and shave. At least he’s aware of how badly he stinks. I decided to make him a hot meal while he groomed. I’m not the best cook in the world, I lived alone and usually just picked up stuff from fast food places. All the foods down here are pretty elementary though since its all canned or dehydrated food. There are a few freezers loaded with meats and stuff down here but I haven’t really dipped into them except for a few slices of bacon or links of sausage here and there. I decided to make some spaghetti with a meat sauce. Thats not too hard to fuck up. While the meat was defrosting in the microwave I decided to change my clothes since they were covered in branches and dirt and wash my face and hands in one of the other sinks. I didn’t think there would be any hot water for me tonight. No biggie.
I heard the ding on the microwave as I was getting Angel some food and water. Her reaction to tree boy was actually really ammusing. When he first woke and started to sit up she was in his face with her hair standing up and a deep growl rumbling through her body. I told her to hush but she is smart dog and she needed to “clear” him herself. After sniffing him a few times she leaned into his face and gave him a big old slimy kiss. Ick.

I browned the meat in the pan, added sauce and spices and put the lid on to simmer. The smell must have lured him out. “Did you get the first aid stuff I put out for you?” I asked him. He nodded that he had. “I put some pains pills on the table over there for you.” and I nodded in the direction of the table. Notebook, some men are just stubborn. I could tell he had no intention of taking the pills. So I pulled out the needle I planned on using to sew his shoulder up, flashed it in front of him and said “you want to eat before or after I make an attempt to stitch that bad boy up?” I guess the look on my face made him a little less confident with my doctoring skills cause he went to the table and swallowed the pills dry.

Teegan O’Leary/Summer

Well, turns out, all that weapons preperation and planning wasn’t needed. Things just sort of fell into place. I barely had to do anything.

I left my hideaway just as the sun was setting. Jogged about a mile up through the woods staying close to backyards of the old creepy houses back there. Angel was running a bit further out in the woods, I guess making sure the coast was clear. It was a nice night, not too hot or cold and a nice breeze starting to flow through. Up ahead I heard a door open and slam shut. It was hard to see the blur of the creature escaping the house but I could hear it crashing through the backyard and the woods. It was heading directly for me. I automatically fell flat to my stomach and rolled till I was pretty much merged into a bush. After it flew past me, I poked my head out and saw the guy from the tree that one night giving chase. After he moved passed me I jumped up and decided to see what this was about. He didn’t seem to notice me even though I was barely trying to conceal myself. He must have been engrossed with finding his prey.

I think I saw it before he did. I was going to call out for him to look up but by the time I found my voice the thing was already on top of him. All the wepons I brought with me, all the planning and what do I do? Instead of reaching for one of my guns or blades I grab a strong-looking branch from the ground and without thinking run up behind the bug and swing with all my might. Fucker went down! The sound, the feel of the branch making contact with the insects head was so satisfying I can’t even describe the high I felt afterwards.

It fell to the ground, luckily away from blue eyes cause as soon as it hit the ground it started vomiting up that black, oily, bug shit. It must have been an after effect or maybe it was about to infect tree boy and getting knocked out stopped the process, because not much of the stuff came out. I don’t know. Blue eyes seemed to have passed out after I knocked the bug off him. I decided to wake him after I tied up insectiod. In my bag I had brought some handcuffs to bind the thing. But looking at this grotesque insect/man thing I wasn’t sure if they would be effective. Oh well, have to work with what I’ve got. I did my best to secure his…hands? and legs while Angel, who had shown up right after I branched the slimy fuck, kept watch. I was reaching in my bag for some water to dump on Sleeping beauty’s face when I noticed he was wounded.

Well shit.

I leaned down next to him and saw a bright red tear in the side of his left arm. It wasn’t too deep, but it was nasty looking. Gashy-like. Bleeding pretty badly. I don’t know too much about first aid and shit like that but I have heard of arteries from t.v. I was worried maybe one of his were cut. I immediately ripped the bandanna off of my head and started to tighten it around his arm. Pressure, isn’t that what they always say? Put pressure on it. Anyway, I guess the pain woke him cause the next thing I notice is him staring quietly up at me while I try to fix his arm up.
Well good, cause there is no way I can carry both of them. 
 

Josh Black/May (Maybe?)

It’s been getting progressively hotter. I know I’ve lost track of time, but it feels like June. It can’t be though. I think it’s just a little hot streak in May. I guess it doesn’t matter anyway. 

I’ve become obsessed with killing these used-to-be-human-things. I guess it’s a coping mechanism, but I’ve been pretending, in my head, that it’s just an episode of Stargate SG-1. I see myself as Teal’c and I’ve been separated from my team. I’m trying to fight my way back to the stargate to get home. Silly, I know, but it helps keep me calm and focused. It fights down that anxious sick feeling in my stomach while I’m hunting. 

I was in an abandoned mail truck. I had just watched three aliens enter a home, across the street and about 4 houses down from my position. I was loaded and aiming for the door. The first alien came out, it looked like a wasp-human mix. Half it’s face with black bulging eyes, one partial wing protruding from it’s shoulder. The second came out, it was kinda insectoid too. The third came out looking like a snake in the face (mixed with human of course) with it’s lower jaw filled with fangs and yellow snake eyes. It’s body looked more like a tangle of human and beetle limbs, two human arms, two insect arms, one human leg and two insect legs where the other regular leg would be. This last one had a skinny teenage boy grasped in his human hand. 

I planned my shots quickly, left right middle, aimed and tapped. The first went down, i re-aimed and tapped again. The second went down. As I moved my aim to the third, he darted inside with his hostage. I jumped out of the truck intending to kill the third. as I ran up the porch steps, I barely slowed down to put an extra bullet in each head of the first two aliens. You gotta be sure. I barged in the house and saw the skinny boy on the floor, his neck twisted in a way that meant death. It spurred my rage. I saw the back door ajar and run out of it just in time to see the snake-insect monstrosity enter the wooded area behind the houses. I followed. 

I had to slow down and listen once I went into the tree line. I couldn’t see him. I walked for a while, thinking he’d lost me. I reached a clearing and had the feeling of being watched from above. I looked up just in time to see the alien-thing jumping down from a tree on top of me. I felt a piercing in my arm, probably from one of his extra arms. 

It had me pinned, I thought I was a goner. The thing was opening it’s mouth and retching as if it was about to vomit on me, then I heard a “thwack” sound and it fell off of me. I passed out. 

I awoke to Blondie (Capt. Carter in my Stargate delusion), tying a bandana around my wound. She said, “Are you gonna lay there and sleep all fucking day, or are you gonna get off your ass and help me with this thing before it wakes up?”

Teegan O’Leary/ April

I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to do this. It would be easier if I had some help. I have lots of guns, knives, explosives and pharmecuticals. I’m going to have to trick one of those fuckers, while they’re alone, into chasing me so I can corner it and somehow manage to overpower it and subdue it.

Then will come the hard part of getting its body back here. I’m going to have to target a small one. I won’t grab a child. Alien bug or not, I don’t think I’d be able to torture it the way I want. So I’m looking for a woman or a small man. Its not as easy as it sounds since those slimey bug fuckers run in packs. I think I’m just going to have to wing it.

Recent scavenging has left me with clothes that fit, thank God, I was getting sick of taking in mens clothes. The womens clothes that were here were all dresses and lingerie and stuff. Not to mention 6 inch heel pumps that were like five sizes too big for me. Not very suitable atire for destroying alien bugs from another planet. I managed to break into the town thrift store the other night. With Angel keeping watch over me I found a few tanks, tee’s, sweatshirts, a 3-quarters black leather jacket with a hood, sweat pants, jeans, and some stretch pants which are great for running. I got a new/old pair of sneaks and boots and some under clothes. I packed them all in my bag and brought them home. I know, I know in such a crazy time I’m out shopping/stealing clothes. Hey I’m still a fucking girl, and mens jeans were making it hard for me to hall ass cause they kept falling down despite despite the rope I tied around them to hold them up.

So, like any girl would, I dressed for the part. A black tank top, black stretch pants, black flat rubber soled boots that lace up my calves and in a last minute decision I tied my hair back under a black bandanna just in case my hood should fall and reveal my shock of blond hair. A little axle grease on my face and now its time to choose which weapons to take with me. I have to pack light since I will be carrying a heavey load back with me…hopefully.

Weapons: Okay so there are these tranqilizer dart guns here. The instructions warn that to use them on humans it could be fatal to said human, causing respitory problems and what not. I’m not really worried about killing one of these things, in fact I think I’ve already killed one. The problem is I need one alive. But I’m guessing this is my best bet. It says that a human won’t be rendered unconscious and immoblie for a few mins, so maybe if I shoot one with the dart gun and let it see me, it will give chase and eventually slow down into parilysis. Besides, these things are no longer human anyway.They behave more like animals so maybe things will work out. I can only hope, like I said I’m winging it. In addition to the dart gun I’m going to take my matching knives strapped to my outer thighs that will be hidden by this awesome new coat. I never leave home w/o these suckers. I’ve named them pain and misery cause my first cut will cause much pain and if they’re lucky I’ll use the second blade to put them out of thier misery. In case things go bad I have my 22 (easy for me to handle and small enough for me to hide in a delicate place) and for those emergencies that I want to keep quiet I’m taking the FNP 45 Tactical pistol. Also I never leave home without my taser for those up close and personal situations. In my bag I packed a bottle of water and some food. Ya never know, its better to be prepared if I can’t make it back right away.

I have things prepared here for when I get back with whatever unlucky parasite I am able to subdue. At the far end of the bunker down here, there is a small room with the feel of a prison cell to it. well maybe not a cell, more like the hole. There is nothing in there except for hooks bulit into the walls with chains hanging from them. I can only assume they are meant to hold prisoners. Either that or the guys who owned this place were alot freakier than I had originally thought. I will have to make sure I blindfold the bug as soon as I subdue him. Just in case something should happen I don’t want him to see me or my place of safety.

I’m going to take a different route tonight. I have decided to stay close to the backyards of my neighbors houses instead of deep into the woods. Since they began raiding houses and taking the only remaining humans into custody I figure I have a better chance of finding my victim.

As soon as the sun goes down I’ll venture out. When I return, hopefully I’ll have some company.

Wish me luck Darling Notebook.

Brian M…. Date Unknown…

I’ve come to rely on two things. My wits and my gun. Shotgun shells are home-made and packed with nasty shit. I’ve learned to simply aim for the skull. Alien or human. Whichever gets in my way. I have a long way to go to the next town. I’ll have to use my ammo sparingly. If I don’t have to kill one of those fuckers I won’t. I’ll sneak by, resort to shooting only if need be. ]

Last town I lived in I had to go… People were suspicious of me. Heard stories of rape and murder. I think of myself… before any of this happened… it seems so long ago. As if it were a different time, in a different life. Different world. Maybe it was I suppose. I had to get a woman drunk just to get her to kiss me. These days, if you wanna fuck, you fuck what you want. But it isn’t just me. It isn’t as if I started this mass-rape epidemic. Anyways…  this morning a woman offered her services for food for herself and children. I agreed. Afterward, while she was swishing her mouth out with water, I was tempted to walk away without giving her a thing… But I ended up giving her the food anyways… After all… she wasn’t a spitter.

I’m always on the move. Looking for that quarantine zone so many crazy fuckers talk about. Of course nobody has ever seen it. Its only spoken of. Sometimes I’ll camp out with other wanderers at the old Tow Path. Lots of shelter down there. And fish… the water is dirty but, the fish taste hella good after not eating. I’m currently holed up in an old sewage tunnel… and at the entrance I can see one of them…

Teegan O’Leary/April

April.

Finally the weather is nice. Even at night its not too cold. Summer will be here soon. Things will get easier for the people who have managed to evade and outsmart the bug-like creatures with black eyes and insect-like voices. The crick seems to be a favorite among hiding places for the few real people left. For some reason those “bugs” don’t like to go too far into the woods or get to close to the water back there. I don’t know why that is, but I’ll take it. Any little advantage helps. Especially with what I’m planning.

I’m actually a little giddy about the idea of playing offense. It seems like my brain has been stuck in defense mode. I guess all that bull about “motherly instincts” and crap is true. Since all this began my only goal has been to find safety and stay there. Only go out when neccesary. I’ve been trying to keep a low profile so when I finally did give birth to my bastard I’d be able to keep the little shit safe.  Whenever the “bugs’ came too close to me, my hands would automatically reach to cover my womb, instead of reaching for my gun, which oddly enough would have been a better form of defense. Really,whats me covering my stomach going to do if they came at me. Nothing. Stupid instincts that kept me from being myself.

Now I feel…..lighter, quicker, more carefree about my safety. I’m angrier too. I want all those disgusting parasites to pay. I want to hear them scream, cry, plead for mercy that will never come. I wonder if they are even capable of that. Do they feel…anything? I hope so. I want them to look into my eyes and see the unrelenting, unforgiving hatred burning inside of me. I want them to feel my anger, my pain, my RAGE. I want them to know that they fucked with the wrong species, the wrong girl. I’m going to show them all! Even if I have to do it one one nasty alien slug at a time. I’ll kill every single one of them. 

I’ve never kidnapped someone before, not to mention a life-sucking parasitic being from another planet. Oh well, it can’t be too hard….

Josh Black/Late March

I feel kinda good. It seems weird to say. I have picked up a disturbing habit of muttering to myself but I guess it’s better to do that than speak to the derelict humans that are around here. They all wanna hide in the park (which for some reason the human things aren’t entering). They aren’t accomplishing anything but surviving, I refuse to just survive. I need to do.

So for the last week, I’ve been doing. I find a secluded spot with a long view and get to work. I don’t use the same spot twice and I don’t stay long. I kinda consider myself the Anti-Alien Rhythm Rock Psycho. (I’m glad I can still find some humor in all this. It’s either a sign that I’m okay mentally, or that I’m losing it.)

I track them. It seems the main base of operations (or hive, as I think of them as insects to be exterminated) is at the Inferno Recreation Center, the same place I got my M-16 from. That’s where they take the humans they capture. Oh, I don’t think I mentioned that they seem to be keeping a good deal of humans there. For what purpose, I don’t yet know.

Anyway, I track what looks to be assault teams. They travel in packs of four and search the houses for people. When they find a house with someone in it, I keep my distance and wait for them to come out. From my vantage point, I watch through the scope and allow all 4 and whatever humans they’ve captured to exit. I’ve gotten pretty fast and can usually take out all of the human things with four precise head shots. That way the humans know that someone is fighting back. Hope, you know, it goes a long way.

The first time I wasn’t fast enough. I had gotten three in the head and the fourth in the shoulder. I wasn’t used to the kick of the M-16 and my sighting was off. The human thing had time to calculate where the shot was coming from and dove back into the house, dragging the 12 year old boy in with him. I scrambled out from my post, a burned out bus that’d been abandoned on the street and ran towards the house as fast as I could. I’m more of a wrestler’s build than a swimmer so it wasn’t the most graceful run. That doesn’t matter, but I got into the house to see the alien hybrid standing over the boy wiping its half-human mouth with its all reptilian arm. It had a smirk on the human part of it’s mouth. 

The boy was seizing like an epileptic, with the black vomit covering his face. I knew it was too late, that I was too slow. I screamed “Noooo!” as I advanced on the mutt of a being, raising my rifle as I did. I jammed the barrel of the gun into its eye and squeezed 3 times quickly in succession. There wasn’t a head left. I looked down at this child, a twelve year old boy, probably with a pubic hair on him, and hated myself for my lack of speed. I couldn’t leave him like that and knew I couldn’t do it if I waited until he stopped shaking and could look me in the eyes. I took aim, closed my eyes and squeezed once.

It was a clean shot.

Teegan O’Leary/March 25

March 25

I never went back to Blue eye’s tree. When Angel and I got back after seeing him there, I started having pain all through my abdomen. I thought it was just nerves mixed with hunger. After calming myself down and getting something to eat I fell asleep. I woke up to Angel whimpering next to me and licking my face. I was laying in a puddle of blood. Turns out I wasn’t meant to have that baby after all. I miscarried that night. It’s probably better this way anyway. I was just starting to show a little and the constant fatigue and nausea were not helping when it came time to run. I think everything is okay. It’s been a week and it seems all the fluids and everything have been flushed from my system. I guess I just have to worry about an infection, but there are anti-biotics down here so I think I’ll be alright. I’m going to give myself a few more days to rest, then I’ll get back out there. These alien fucks didn’t just steal my life, they took the life of my unborn child. Whether I wanted it or not doesn’t matter. How many other children’s lives have they taken? No More, as soon as I’m better I’m fighting back. I think I’ll start with these cute little bombs and the Rec Center…..

Teegan O’Leary/March 17

March 17

Some time has passed since I have written in you Dear Notebook. Not much has happened. I’ve mainly been hanging out here in my bunker with Angel. She’s a very smart dog. She understands and obeys some pretty complex commands. She’s also very protective of me. We’ve gone out a few times together just for fresh air and to see if there has been any change. FYI: Things have changed. They are getting worse. Those “things” are everywhere now. I’m so glad I have this bunker and no one knows about it. Things would be pretty rough right now if I didn’t. The people who aren’t infected seem to have gone crazy, fighting amongst each other for food, weapons, even clothes. I try not to let anyone see me, ever. But yesterday while I was watching the “safe zone” from the graveyard across the street I think I was spotted. Not by one of the infected, by another human. I only know he was normal cause he was hiding from them too. Actually it looked like he was getting ready to storm gates of the baseball field.

I have seen some pretty crazy humans do some shameful things on my nightly jogs through the woods back the crick. There are lots of people hiding back there. Scavenging through trash, fighting over squirrels and racoons and stuff. I guess thier food situation is getting desperate. I would offer the safety of my shelter to them but they seem to be turning into some kind of cult. It scares me.

When I first saw him peeking out from the high branches of a tree, he scared the crap out of me. I was worried he was one of those nuts from the woods. After a few minutes of watching him I relaxed, he appeared to be alone. How the hell did he manage to climb so high up without breaking the branches and falling. I can get pretty high up in a tree but I also only wiegh a little over a hundred pounds. Anyway…I couldn’t really make out what he looked like or the size of his body. I could see the blue of his eyes and the light shade of his blonde hair, but that was about all I could see. He had himself so well concealed in a cluster of leaves and branches, I don’t know how I spotted him in the first place. It was more like I felt him there, rather than saw him there at first. Something about his presence seemed so familiar. His crystal blue eyes seemed to pop out at me. I wonder if I ever took him home from the club. Angel saw him too, but she’s such a smart dog I’m positive he didn’t see her. Her black fur is the perfect camouflage at night. However, I’m pretty sure he saw me, or at least the back of my head as I was running away. Before I took flight I tried to see what he was looking at. I’m almost sure he was plotting on the weapon arsenal within gates of the “safe zone”. To tell you the truth I can’t blame him. If I didn’t have this shelter filled with all these awesome toys I would be lusting after thier arsenal also. Still, I’m starting to feel guilty about hording all these weapons and all this food and everything. I could be helping people. Feeding them and arming them against this alien threat. I don’t know how to go about it though. I was considering signaling to him and possibly making an ally out of him, when Angel let out a low growl as all her hair stood up. Thats her way of telling me its time to move. I left my hiding spot and started to make my way out of the graveyard. One more quick glance over my shoulder in his direction told me he was looking my way. Did he see me? I guess I may never know. I’m going to go back again tonight, maybe Blue eyes will be there.

Brian M… Yeah.. It is March.

Really bad day. In fact the last few days have been pretty bad. This one shelter was holding a lot of people, I mean, maybe 100. They’re all gone. Somedays I feel such guilt of the things I’ve done. But isn’t such actions nessessary at time? Before this all happened I didn’t believe there being light at the end of the tunnel. And all of this madness really seals the deal. My head hurts. My malevolent ways were curbed today unless you consider killing in self defense just as bad. Fuckers tried to rob me. There was two of them. This guy and his son. The guy, I don’t know, he must have been in his late 30s or so… he was using this little kid, probably no older than 12. Poor little boy. He came over pleading for help. His father was being jumped! I ran with him to help his father, which I didn’t understand why I cared in the first place. I ran around the block and saw nothing. THe little kid stabbed my leg with a pencil or pen or something. Then out from under this old tarp was his father swinging a bat. The sun was out. My double barrel shotgun beats that. One round punched a hole in the man’s chest. The other round ripped the boy’s face halfway off.

I looted their bodies… Must have been pretty busy lately. Food and bulletts are currency these days and did they have a bunch. Nothing that would fit my guns though but I traded them to some stupid bitch. She did some haggling but… I got what I needed, bullet wise, I didn’t fuck her. Speaking of my arsenal…. I have a double-barrel shotgun as I’ve mentioned before. I know, its so cliche in this type of setting. There are soo many things I’m thinking of I can’t get it all out coherently.

Rumors. Lots of rumors lately I’ve been hearing about. Yesterday I think while in what was once Gorgas Park, which is now leveled, its like a junkyard/maze of burnt and destroyed vehicles. Anyways… A lot of us have go there at night. Most of us to unwind… or basically sit and think and feel our minds slowly fading away. But the things don’t seem to wonder into this area for whatever reason. Or maybe they’re watching our habits before attacking. Anyways…

While this group cooked dinner for all of us, maybe about 20 or so, the one guy and even a few other confirmed it at least, that there’s some sort of quarentine zone. A safe zone for survivors. I’m almost halfway there as I write this. I’m holed up in a burn out motorhome. I only got away because I shot a dog so it couldn’t run. I kicked the fucking thing into that gang of… fucking things. Aliens people were calling them. Fuck if I know. So yeah… so home sweet home. Literally I’m eating beans out of a can.

I just reminded myself… I wonder how my house is doing?

Brian M… I think its March.

Every picture I had packed up with were of my family. They were stuffed into a small grocery store bag and at the bottom of my backpack. The backpack was taken from the rotting corpse of a teenage boy. Surprisingly he wasn’t murdered by one of us fucked up humans. One of those things got to him. Claw marks were everywhere. His expression will be frozen in time, until his body finishes decomposing and/or rodents or critters eat away at it.

Those family pictures are gone. I burnt them. Why keep them? They’re not coming back. All that could have been is gone. My memories of them are all that remain now. Like the dying tree of an extinct kind. I feel so weak and I’m so tired and hungry. There’s always junk food. I killed for a bag of cookies this morning. No joke. There were a few people who began following me around as if I’m some sort of hero, their saviour. Fucking assholes. Fuck them. I just don’t care. Well anyway they aren’t here anymore. I didn’t kill them, they decided to leave or rather, I left without them knowing. A close knit of friends, well, the one was good looking. Quite attractive. You don’t see that these days. Maybe she did die I don’t know. We were all sleeping under this bridge. Well they were, I couldn’t sleep. They slept easily since they thought I’m Jesus fucking Christ. I told them to leave me. I warned them. Leave me the fuck alone and follow somebody else! Attract attention elsewhere so those fucking things can eat and claw you to death you fucking whores.

Well on they slept through the night. I couldn’t help but to notice that she… the way she was lying on her side… Her nipple was showing. My animalistic nature took over. I belted her over the head with the butt of my shotgun. The noise didn’t wake the others up. I didn’t even check to see if the blow had killed her. So then I dragged her away, not too far off though, just far enough so nobody would be able to hear me. This week… she was my third.

Teegan O’Leary/March 5

March 5

They almost got me today Notebook. My God they almost got me. They came closer to getting me today than that day I dropped you in the woods. I’m still shaking. I had to pour myself a big glass of vodka to calm myself and I’m still fucking shaking. Yeah I know, I’m pregnant and shouldn’t be drinking but what the fuck a person can only take so much. I can’t believe I made it back here and I’m safe. Not only that I have a new friend with me.

I broke one of my rules today. I went out while the sun was still up. I guess getting lucky all the time gave me a false sense of security. I felt like I needed to see these things in full daylight without anger or fear clouding my vision. I planned only to observe from a distance for a little while and come straight back here. I know it was such a stupid move I want to kick the shit out of myself for it. Funny thing is I didn’t even get that far before I was spotted. I think if I had been any closer to the graveyard where I was headed to, I’d be dead, or one of “them” by now.

I had just left my bunker through the back of the house that leads into the woods. They run parrallel with the “crick”. (a large creek that runs alongside the whole town) I had jogged about five maybe ten minutes and had just passed the park that I hid in that first night after this all began. Slowing down to a walk I was almost to the grade school, debating on which way I should to take to get across the main avenue in our town. I needed to get across the street cause the rec center and the graveyard I wanted to hide in to watch the baseball field are on that side. I had just entered a parking lot, so hiding behind cars and trying to be as soundless as possible I crept cautiosly. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was….wrong. As concealed as I was, I got to thinking that others could be hidden from my sight just as easily as I was hiding from thiers, but if someone had seen me come in this lot, they would know where I was and I wouldn’t know where they were… Its this kind of paranoid thinking that nearly got me killed. I should never have slowed down. Normally when I venture out I run till I get to my destination. A minimal to fast jog or full out trucking it, whatever. I just run. I don’t think about possible attacks or if maybe I should take this route or that, or maybe someone might see me, cause I know even if they do see me, they’ll never catch me, I’ll be gone before they can call it in.
Anyway…
I was crouched beside a car, I hate to say it but for once I was kinda freaking out. I just didn’t feel right, like something in the air was making me feel sick. I heard a quick, scratchy kind of scuffle on the asphalt behind me. I turned sharply with a blade in my hand. Nothing there. The relief was so sweet I nearly passed out but it was brief. When I turned back around and righted myself there was a man standing in front of me. He was big, very big. Immediately I stood straight up. I had to strain my neck to look up at him. The sun behind him was shining down from the sky light a spotlight from the Heavens. There was nothing Heavenly about him however. I couldn’t make out his hair color or the shape of the features on his face. Honestly I don’t think I could even tell you the color of his skin. Notebook, My Darling. His eyes. His eyes were the color of the ebony keys on a piano. Not only were they black, they were shiny. So shiny I could see my own horrified reflection in them.I found myself lost in them, paralyzed. The world was suddenly an ocean and I was lost to its unforgiving and merciless currents. I Couldn’t fucking move! Fuck, what was wrong with me? He reached his hands out to me slowly as if he knew I was defenseless. Still I could not tear my gaze from those ruthless alien eyes. I never heard her, My Angel.

The next thing I was aware of, I was on my knees and the scene unfolded in front of me was so unexpected and insane I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or not. Right before my eyes was that disgustingly huge fuckface twitching uncontrollably on the ground while a big black rotweiler tore away at his throat. I’m pretty sure he was already dead but she just kept going. I still don’t really know what happened. It’s like I was under some kind of spell. As shocked as I was however I knew we had to get out of there. I stood up and as I was brushing my knees off I patted my thighs and said “Here Boy”. She turned and growled at me as if she understood. The wierdest thing is I knew why she growled, One quick glance told me “He” was She. I said “I’m sorry girl I didn’t realize, we gotta go though, ya wanna run?” My smart angel-girl gave me a quick yelp scratched her nails across the face of the now very dead body beneath her paws. She trotted over to me and I knelt to scratch her ears and neck while looking around to see if any of this had been heard or seen by on-lookers. I felt the collar and metal tag on my fingertips. “Whats this girl, you gotta name?” She gave me another short yelp” It was a green collar with a round metal tag on it, one word engraved on it shot out at me,  “Angel”. The sun was just starting to drop below the horizon but not before I noticed my reflection in the shiny metalic plate. This time it was calm.