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Day 5

Hey. Bradley here, inside Young and Jackson, which is located at the corner of Flinders Street and Swanston Street.

If there are more of you, survivors, out there. Please contact me via imstillalivehelpme@gmail.com

Its been 5 days since the first attack happened in Melbourne. I spent the last few days trying to stay alive in this madness, I fortunately managed to go from my apartment all the way to the pub where I met a few more other survivors. Thank god, we had little to none drama and trouble from those things. I think, we need put a label on those things. We can't keep calling them 'things' all the time. Samuel, the little boy, he is about 5, suggested we call them : Brodies. Thats BROken boDIES. Man, how smart is that boy?.. I feel a need to help him and his sister out of this. Their parents got attacked and they managed to get away from all that. Smaller kids, smaller body, faster stamina. His sister, Danielle is 10.I can see the amount of strength and maturity in her in handling this situation. Helping her brother understand everything when she , herself doesn't even understand anything. None of us understands what is going on...

There's Erik Vasya, 30 . Outside here, he probably could snap your head in two. Not that he has huge ass muscles although he does have a decent arm. He just has that look , like you know, he has been through tough times. If this was a movie, He'd be the hero. But here, in the pub, though strong and tough, he looks broken. I feel like like he wants to talk to me but I don't know... Maybe not yet. We're all to busy being attentive to have talks.

Roy Reid and Jaime Stone are the loving gay couple. From what I know, they've been together since they were 15. They came to Melbourne a week ago to celebrate their 10 year anniversary but then this happened. I'm sure 10 years together hasn't been easy but you know that they always stick it through( no pun intended ) . Even in this calamity, they still have the hope to carry on. It just brings in so much more hope and joy to all of us in the pub. Knowing no matter what the ordeal is, we all can get through it together.

Then , there's Kate, Joan and Lucas. The two sisters and her beard. Joke. But he doesn't do anything to contribute in anything. Even when we need everyone to be on their toes when we feel a sudden scare. He is there, just blank. His body is present but I have no clue where is mind is. Pisses me off. I would gladly vote him out of this pub if ever there was a need to sacrifice one of us. Kate is the younger sister . She's very quiet. I tried smiling and all she did was look straight at me. I thought she was blind at first... Joan is the one dating the block of wood. I mean, Lucas. She's very bubbly despite the environment we're in. She, like Roy and Jaime seems to understand that life goes on and we need to keep our spirits up.

And then , there's me. You all know me. I'm Bradley. One day I was happily walking home, then I'm here , munching on a pear . Looking at the people in front of me. In another place and another time, I don't think I would have looked at them twice. Well maybe, Kate but .. Never mind.

All I'm saying is I guess there must be a reason why things happen. As bad as it all may seem, we are still all very much alive.

Ps. I did mention there was 8 of us including me. I forgot, the block of w.. Lucas , breathes.

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Day 3 - 4

Hey. Its Day 4. I didn't update yesterday cause I had a little problem with 'them'. You'd know that food is running low in my apartment. So I decided I had choices to make. I could either, A) Try to put off eating until I really really am hungry.

                                                         B) Eat and worry about the food problem another day

                                                         C) Go out and get food

Ultimately, I decided to eat what I had left and then go out. I chose B and C. I didn't know how many of those things were out there, and if I put off going out, Their number could be increasing by the minute. I decided that with my trusty hockey stick , Id go and get food.. or if luck would have it, I'd find other survivors.Well, I'd love to tell you I'm back at home, safe and full...But I'm not. I am sadly, not at home. I don't think I'm any safer than I was at home but I am full. Good news. There are other survivors.Better news, Im with them. We are hiding out in Young and Jackson. If you didn't know whats that well, its a pub. Now you're thinking  : 'ohh it shaun of the dead all over again'. It isn't .

Story

I was getting ready to go out , hockey stick in my right hand. My backpack filled with my laptop and other necesary heavy stuff. I peep through my door, checking if any of them were outside. They were. About 4 of them. Thank god I had a pretty decent swing at them. Knocked them right off . I was glad for a moment , but then they got up again. I didnt have much swing space down at the stairs so all I could do was to stab them with the stick. Right through their faces. Bam... They never got up. Lesson learned. Hit them in the face/head. Apparently thats how you 'kill' them. I digress, I was walking as quietly as I could but made my steps quick looking into the shops. Unfortunately for me, most of the shops were either, candy shops, clothing stores or simply electronics. Ergh. At that point, I quickly regretted going out but I was out. And If I went back up, I'd have to starve and perhaps plan another outing to get food . And I wasn't planning on doing this again. So I continued my journey. I cam across a group of them, walking aimlessly . I started running .. but they didn't seem to grasp the notion that they thmeselves could run. So they fumbled along the pathway while I sped off track from my planned route. Which is where, I stumbled upon the pub. I noticed that its doors were covered with chairs and tables. I tried peering into any tiny holes but I couldn't see anything. I knew at that moment that If I didn't find a safe place to hide or keep moving, those things following me back there would eventually find me. Panicking, that was when I noticed a note at the side of the door, It said ' Enter through back. We are inside' .. I figured if those things couldn't run , they might not write either. So this might be other survivors.

And I was right. Here, theres tons of food and beer but there's also a lot more people . More people, less food to go around. And me being the newcomer, I felt like I was intruding their small party. But hey, I'd rather be here than outside or at home , starving. There's about 8 of us here including me. There's a little boy and his sister. There's this ruggedly looking guy, whose name I can't really pronouce, so I just call him Erik. There's a gay couple. There's a pair of sisters and one guy who is dating one of the sisters. Including me, we are a tough bunch . Not really.

Well, another day I am still alive. I'm very thankful.. I'm glad I decided to get out of my house, the least I have food, new people to talk to other than myself and im in a pub in the middle of a warzone with those things. Tomorrow is a brand new day. Today, Im just gonna enjoy the pub . Till the food runs out or there's danger.

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mechanical hearts, chapter 1, part 10

http://storymash.com/u/dr3arms/madenedu/ strange and cassandra meet for the first time! but what of the fate of dr. linker?

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strange has met cassandra!

http://storymash.com/u/dr3arms/madenedu/

strange and cassandra meet for the first time! but what of the fate of dr. linker?

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flip chronicles, ch. 2!!!

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flip chronicles!

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mechanical hearts part 8 is up and running folks! theo rigin is finally revealed!

http://storymash.com/u/dr3arms/dulemete/

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Day 2

Hello . As much as I would like to say everything that has happened was just a bad dream, Its not. Now till I wake up from this hellish reality, I need to survive this chaos. Im still at home. Trapped in my own four walls. I looked out today, only to see the result of the aftermath. Those things were still there, i didn't see any form of human walking around. This morning, I had a huge scare . I was awoken by a loud bang . As hopeful as I was that it might be another survivor, I never trusted fully on my hope. I knew it was one of them. They must have known I was inside. I stood behind the door , peering into the peephole. It looked like it could smell my presence but It didn't look like it could do anything to get in. I guessed whatever they are, they are a lil dumb and very very slow. One wasn't as harmless but when in large numbers, never underestimate their ability to attack as a group.

I wished I hadn't put off shopping for my groceries a week ago. Now, my food supply is running low. If I do get out of here safe and alive, I'll remember never to procastinate . Ever. I also wished I had a gun or something other than my hockey stick. Right now, Im just wishing for everything. Wishing for new shoes so I can run better, wishing for invisibility powers so I can walk right beside them.. As you can clearly see, even though its been just 2 days, Im slowly losing my sanity.

Here's hoping to a better day tomorrow.

TO ANY SURVIVORS OUT THERE, I AM STILL ALIVE.

CONTACT ME VIA

imstillalivehelpme@gmail.com

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the rallying of the troops

my dearest readers, i call upon those of you andl ike you to spreadm y messege far and wide, to give the ultimate in humiliations to a man most deserving, through the simple act of spreading the picture i will post here later tonight. i call upon those of you who seek vengeance upon your tormentors, to use this picture as a example of the power that we all hold dear to our hearts and minds. and as a single unit call out to the great masses of those that would silence us because they feel morei mportant then us and shout with a unflinching voice:

"NO MORE WILL I COWER TO YOUR INSULTS! NO MORE WILL YOU FEEL MIGHTIER THAN I!"

i wish nothing more then the absolute destruction of this mans mind, for the hell he has put me through, what act you ask? through the act of the very same hting i am about to do, i have done nothing more then speak my mind about the ills of others. and in turn they have accused me, ridiculed me, and pointed out my flaws, and in turn, i will do the very same to them on a much grander, and much more broader scale. i want you to spread this the veyr same way you have done with my first attempt to reach you all. i want you to do much more then this, i want the world to know just how much of a douche this man, this monster is. and for his grievance against me, he shall know the fury of our collective ager against the antagonists of our minds.

i call upon the smart who were made to feel inferior because of their stature, the special needs students who were pushed around because of their disabilities, the poor souls who were made to endure their so called friends infruiating behavior while they had to suffer the consequences of their "friends actions, i call upon the weak who were bullied, the strong who were abused, the frat rejects and the hazing victims, the spreaders of the word and the mouths of many networks to turn their full attention to this great and powerful strike against a bully who has not complied with my demands to remove a so called joke picture from his profile, after i was forced to do so through death threats, stalking, and a horrid series of emails that i had to endure and read or face the consequences of not reading them.

i call upon those that have felt the sting of defeat undeserved, the sting of rejection because you were not at what they percieved as equality. i call to the office workers that have to work on saterdays when they would much rather be spending time at home with their families, of the victims of cheating spouses, of the husbands of volitile abuse wives and vice wersa, i call out to those that wish to feel like they have made a difference in this world, not because i ask you to do so for your own sake, but because you wish to help yourself feel better then you have ever fucking felt in the longest time.

i want each and every one of you, even those that never had any experience at the hands of bullies or humiliation, to spread this through out the web, through out every perceivable way of communication and show that strength alone is nothing, but strength in numbers, and of vast networks can deal a mighty and significant blow to the misguided and troublesome few who wish to disturb our peaceful ways because they feel they must for whatever reason they must.

my name is morgan edward james gavin, and you my dearest readers have just taken a step towards a greater world. not just a step, a full blown jog into one of the greatest things you will ever know in your life!

my messege is simple, neat and precisely aimed towards one goal. to get the picture of me off his profile, to epicly, and infinitely up him, to end the tyranny, and to strike a blow most unexpected towards one that has the intelligence of a fox news reporter... but not just any fox news reporter, the greatest, sickest, most annoying one of them all.

nancy fucking grace.

i have one question to ask of you all, and one question alone.

do you wish to take part in this? do you wish to help get revenge on someone who is long past due his humiliation, past the unending thirst for a vindication of proportions so big, so grand, so uniquely planet wide, that there will be no escape from it no matter where he turns? i want t shirts made, i want mugs and caps and polls, i want you all to go after this with a ravenous thirst, with a hunger for this one mans ego to be taken down, that you are filled with a lust and excitement for it. this is your finest hour, and long will it be remembered for the epicness of which you have helped spread it.

but this is not about revenge against one man alone. i highly encourage you to take steps against your own tormentors in ways that will not lead to your arrest, i encourage you to be smart, to be strategic in your plans whatever they may be. i am a man of simple compassion, simple rules, and a simple mind set that that screams out for the directive that we are all able to speak our minds regaurding anything we wish. it is in the actions that we take within the context of what we speak that makes all the difference. but more then that, you must make to where it is untracable to you personally, have fear, take steps of what you will. but be throrough in your tormentors humiliation. only through the undermining of ones confidence in his own abilities, can you truly have ownership of his loyalty.

that being said, this iwll be, the greatest "prank" ever. but before we can make it so, we must each in our ways, rally the troops, point them in the direction, and let loose the dogs of war upon those that would cause us harm. but also, be sure not include anyone who is not directlyat the heart of your own personal downfalls. the last thing we need is a lawsuit on our hands. they say that a picture is worth one thousand words, well, when i post the picture, i want those of you that are able to translate, to translate into your native language, telling them to spread this around as well. i want you, my dearest readers, my dearest visitors, to rally your social circles, and let them in on this. because its going to be epic, its going to give those that humiliated us a taste of their own medicine one trillion fold, and none of us will ever have to become the targets of others agressions because they think that we are not what they consider "their level".

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the massive plan.

im going to need all of you to help me with this and spread it as far as you can around the world! i want you to forward it to all your friends and family, post it to your twitters, facebooks, myspaces, friendsters.  i want you to spread it amogst the forums, blogs, and statuspheres, i want your friends to pass it along their favorite places as well! i want you all to send this via sms, voicemail, email. send it to your cogressmen and women, send it to TMZ send it to every gossip, news rag, gossip, blabber mouth,  blog group, every where you can think of. 

i want this to hit a viral stage, where everyone is talking about it. i want this on a scope never before seen, i will have my revenge on "swine flu" brian q! 

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