Thursday, December 13, 2012

Entry 4: Jamie Bryce


Honestly, I don't really give a fuck why all this happened.  All I know is that it did, and that we're still alive.  Those of us in the library I mean.  Mom and Dad died years before all this happened, it's just Steve and me left.  Well, and the other four Steve had grabbed along the way to finding me.  Jane's okay I guess.  She was a veterinarian before things went to shit.  Billy and Dick just piss me off.  Yeah, I know, he prefers Richard since that's his name, but I call him what he is.  Damn prick keeps going on about finding a cure when he didn't even finish high school.  Sure, he worked in some chemical lab or whatever, but I know a janitor uniform when I see one.  Even if it is caked in mud and blood.  Billy is just a pessimist, but at least he knows his guns, even if they're too nosy to use unless we absolutely have to.  I think he was a waiter at this restaurant I went to with a girlfriend once.  Miriam, hell, I don't know what the hell she used to do, she only ever talks to Steve.  She's got one hell of a throw though, I swear I saw that girl took out three zoms with just rocks.  Maybe she was on a college softball team or something.  Definitely saw the zoms' take their rock to the head, collapse and shake on the ground for a minute before they stopped moving for good.  Didn't crush their skulls, but maybe internal bleeding or something, hell, what do I know?  I'm just a journeyman carpenter.  Vergil, I don't even know where to start with that guy...  Some sort of mechanic or something I think, he got the van running that the others used to collect me.  Steve doesn't talk about him much, and Vergil doesn't say much unless someone asks.  Guess I'm going to get whatever rest I can before my shift on watch.  Hope Steve and Miriam get back soon.  The snow is getting pretty deep out there.  At least the zoms have stopped banging on the door across the street, but I guess I'll hear them in my dreams, along with the screams.  Get back safe bro.  I'm Jamie Bryce, and because of my brother and these people, I'm a survivor.  For now at least.

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