Tuesday, October 25, 2011


I failed to mention how pissed my wife was that I was caught. She says that times are changing and I need to change with them. She's right. All the preparation we've done as a family to prepare for Complete Martial Law fails in comparison to the number of zombies out there now.. and what they can do. The GYPSY GROUP has informants all over the planet now. We do to. Our
ZFC's are catching on. Maybe its the season. This is our first Halloween with real zombies knocking at our door. I'm anxious to see how parents are going to handle TRICK-OR TREATING this year.
Usually people stick to their own neighborhoods, or go to the mall, but since the out break in all areas its hard to know where to go... and what to do when you get there. Maybe I'll invent a candy sling shot and sit on my roof top. People can pull up and yell TRICK-OR-TREAT from the family van and i'll blast one through a window. Better yet have em' attach a basket on the roof. That would be more fun!
The OCCUPY people were the latest to be attacked by zombs. I feel sorry for them. Most of them are there thinking they are 'literally' changing the way things are done for our democracy. I wish they read more blogs like you guys out there are. Its a shame so few of us know the road that has been set up for us to stumble down. The ASMZ is taking credit... or should I say 'forced to admit' that they accidentally let loose a batch of zombies near the New York and Houston OCCUPY protesters. Yea right. I don't believe it was an accident. Do you?
First there was a complaint by the city that it cost too much for them to be there, with all the extra overtime the cops were putting in. Then the government couldn't justify the claims they were making. Unable to back up facts that the banks aren't screwing us for their own 'DEEP POCKETS' reasons. So all of the sudden, hoards of zombies show up at the 'so called' protected areas of the OCCUPY demonstrators? I think not. Its too coincidental. Zombies have been proven as population control in the past and I don't see how this is any different. 
The military moves in and takes away our rights. The ASMZ waves their flag in place of the US flag and low brows any of us who want a free democracy. Its subtle, but an effective way of moving in Martial Law and making it seem as if we need it.
Enough politics already. Ive been home for a few days now and already pissed how bad things have become.
Another interesting bit of 'what-ever'... The GYPSY GROUP came by and dropped off a time and place to meet them. I met up with them yesterday. I don't know why things are so incognito these days. Its not like the world doesn't know who we are now. I asked why they didn't just talk to me at my house? They said that during the time that I was in custody of the ASMZ, my wife politely asked them (with an ice pick in one of their nostrils) to stop coming around the house. It was attracting too much attention. My wife denies it but I saw the piercing through the GYPSY'S nostril.
Anyway... there is debris coming to our coastal waters from Japan. They said that inside the debris will contain some answers to the new zombies we have here in the states. One week I was kidnapped. In that time the zombies have morphed into black death. So fast some of them have become. I think since the release of Dead Island, who ever is in charge has come up with some new ways to kill off some normal human beings. Toxic zombies are reported to be coming from the bay Cities. Galveston and La Port areas are supposed to have the worst. The radiation from Japan is coming with the debris. Hopefully no zombies. We have enough here. 

I'm tired now. I worked a 10 hour night and I'm beat. Riding my motorcycle home is the best stress reliever. I'm getting pretty good at swinging my bat at the head of zombs at 40 miles per hour. The shock-wave it sends through my hand is the worst though!

Off to bed. My perimeter is secure. My family is safe. Our ZFC's are recovering. Thanks to some diligent zombie fighters, our numbers are up around the world. Keep your bats and bug zappers handy though. The Mods on Dead Island are a reality. Our neighborhood mechanic has created several new weapons the ASMZ would definitely LOVE to get their hands on.

Get your rest and knock your days out. Hard times are coming... like you didn't know.

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Monday, October 24, 2011


As you can probably tell Im super distracted these days. Doctors say that I need to get on A.D.D. meds but I fight them over stuff like that. To wrap up what happened in my last post, The GYPSY GROUP faked a kidnapping to help me escape the clutches of the ASMZ. They were doing fine but we wrecked and I was taken into custody again. Not sure how I passed out, but I remember zombies stepping around me, blood.... lots of blood, and a voice screaming to 'pick his ass up!'

I woke up in a chair. Blue room. Flickering light. Two doors facing oppisite each other. I looked through the one that had a window in it. As soon as I could see my own breath on the glass, a zombie bounced into view. Rotting. His face was half gone. Cheek ripped off. There were more. As I looked past the zombies head I could see at least a dozen or more fumbling around the back of the room. Also blue. There was a single chair, fixed in place that the zombies were falling over. I turned and noticed the eerie similarity of the two rooms.

Just then an ASMZ officer walked in the other door follewed by a man in a suit. "Sit down, now!" I wasnt really in a place to argue. I had been beaten. I noticed the egg on my forehead and my eye was swollen and pulsating. All besides the point when I saw the room (one door away) full of flesh hungry WALKERS.

The ASMZ officer left me and the man in the suit alone. He looked at me for a minute. Just stared silently. A moment went by and the door opened again. A chair was brought in and set just in front of me. The man in the suit sat down.

"Says here that you are in charge of the Houston Chapter of ZOMBIE FIGHTERS, is that true?"

I remarked by asking where the crew was that helped me escape from the grocery store.

"Oh.. them. Well, you've already seen them. We've added a few while you were unconsious. They're in the room next door."

I noticed how serious this guy was. My days of dodging and staying under the radar from the ASMZ and the Government were over.

"I also noticed in your file that you've been privey to intel on the Bilderberg Group and something about Population Control... do you want to expand on that?"

I sat quiet and gave him the evil eye. Well... as evil as I could give. This 'new' operative seemed darker than the skin hungry zombies I kill.

"Have it your way Mr. Rotten." He stood up and pulled out a single razor blade. He held my head in place by grabbing my ear and sliced open the swollen golf ball I had under my eye brow. "Gotta let that drain, no need to wait for the swelling to go down is there?" He said in a calm voice. I wasn't prepared for the brutality in torture. I could see where this was going.

"Im going to ask one more time Mr. Rotten, Tell me what you 'think' you know about Bilderberg and population control."

Just then there was a quiet knock on the door. The man leaned in and told me if I didnt start talking, I'd end up with my friends from the GYPSY GROUP over in the next room. He stood up. Fixed his pressed suit jacket and walked to the door, never taking his eyes off of me. "You know." He said. "Your out numbered here, out witted, out gunned, out everything." He smiled and opened the door.

His head was met with a Desert Eagle. I could only see the chrome tip, but I knew who it was. My son had come for me. And he was pissed. With the barrel jammed on his head, my son pushed him back into the room, forced him to open the door to the room full of zombies, and walk in. In his reluctance, he was grabbed and drug in by the small horde of Maulers.

"Get up, lets go." My son said with strength. As we walked through the corridors of the building, my son shot the small army of 6 or 7 that tried to stop our departure. I started to notice where I was. I had been here before. I was in the basement of NASA. The first place we discovered the makings of zombie farms. The first batch of Puffer Fish. I had been kidnapped by a fake government posing as the good guys.

We ended up exiting out a storm drain my son knew about from doing extensive reconissance. I was proud. Hurt. Hungry. Pissed. He handed me a 9mm. It was another glorious exit. Guns blazing with my son. Doesnt get much better than that. Dead zombies at my feet make me feel good.

When I got home, I realized how bad things had gotten. I was kidnapped and sedated for over a week. My wife said that secret members of the GYPSY GROUP were acting as spy's for the ASMZ and told her that during after hours, some of the workers would go in and sucker punch me while I was out. She wasnt happy about that. We have a new security system set up at home now. The EMP Gun that we stole from NASA was now made into a multi directional assault weapon set up on the outside of our home. Zombies can get as close as they want, but when we blast em' with the EMP frequency, they're hunger for human flesh goes away... "only temporarily though." My youngest adds.

My family filled me in on all the things that have happened while I was out. The world is truley going to hell in a hand basket. The zombies are getting more media coverage now, and thats a good thing. But im working on my vengence now. Halloween is coming, and I plan on making the most of it.

I have new weapons to use. I'll be here more often too. My wounds are healed up and Im 110Percent.



Monday, October 3, 2011


It's good to be home. To tell you the truth I was worried I would never be able to come home again. It seems like forever since the last time I posted on my blog. I think about so many things that have happened since my last entry. I'm not sure where to start but I will give it a shot.

After my last post I was assaulted by a man at the grocery store.  Just getting into the store that day was a problem of its own. As you know zombies have become the most important issue in most of our neighborhoods. Finding new ways to battle them is an ongoing process. I will cover that later, but first, back to the guy at the grocery store.

He had questions for me concerning the whereabouts of the rest of my crew. He wanted to know the specific locations of all the ZFC's around America. I continued shopping but he followed me. I thought if I went to the frozen food section he would surely go away, but I was wrong. He cornered me again. He new basically everything about my operations and who I work with. After dodging him a third time he showed me a badge. He was an official employee of the ASMZ.

I slapped the badge out of his hand and he grabbed my arms. He headbutted me in the face. I felt myself crumbling to the ground but was met with an immediate kick to the chest. I flew back into the glass of the frozen vegetables. He stepped towards me and grabbed my face. With his nose pressed against mine, he started talking to me through his teeth.

"Your blog, your people, your zombie fighters... ends now!"

By this point people started gathering around. He stood back away from me and brushed the glass of his clothes. I was still seeing double from the kick in the chest, but I got up as fast as I could. the ASMZ was obviously tired of my efforts. The man started walking away through the crowd of people, then he stopped and turned around and came back to me. "Watch your back" he said, "Or you might finally get to see what a real zombie farm is".

Since I started fighting zombies at the beginning of the year I have seen just about everything you can think of to see. I have heard screams that will make your skin crawl. I have been cornered by zombies twice as big as I am. I have been chased through town and watched them burn to the ground behind me. All of this fails in comparison to the look in that guys face. He was driven to an anger I had not seen before. His face was trembling and his hands were shaking when they were on me. I remember that anger. It was when my dog turned. It was when ZOMBIES  were fresh and new to my life. That anger was really fear coming out. I'll never forget that.

I decided to leave my cart full of groceries there and make my way to the front door.

I saw my car at the edge of the parking lot. I park there so nobody hits me.. you know how it is. Getting closer I heard the screeching
come around. My stomach sunk to the ground as I saw a white van barrel through cars and speed bumps. It was for me, and I knew it.

The ASMZ markings on the van were an unmistakable sign that I was about to be kidnapped. 

The van pulled up violently. 6 men jumped out dressed in white clothing. ASMZ Badges sparkled in the sunlight.

I tried to get away but they were strong and there were just too many of them. They weren't alone either. At the corner of the store there were another group of ASMZ officer's coming my way. My legs were dangling out of the side of the van when they pulled away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the second group of officers attacked by zombies.

The parking lot of the grocery store turned into a mayhem story out of an apocalypse novel.

A bag was quickly place over my face. I heard the van door slam behind me. I then heard the rpm's of the van race to high levels as we exited the parking lot.

I immediately  started counting seconds to map my time, and try to remember the directions, left or right. A few minutes past and the bag was taken off of my face. I held the bag in my hands and noticed the Smiley face print on it.

Ut was the GYPSY GROUP.

They had kidnapped me posing as ASMZ officers, in order to save my life. They picked up on a tip that I was to be murdered that day. The gypsy group went into detail and explained all of what I didn't know.

For several months the ASMZ and the military had been tracking my every move. They knew about my work on the silver discs. They knew I was willing to go public with my information on the frequency gun that I stole from nasa. They knew I had information that could shut them down, and they weren't about to have it.

As I rode in the van with the Gypsy Group, they informed me of their new information. The ASMZ was working with FEMA and the TSA groups to monitor who has been affected in America. They started setting up outbreak checkpoints where people were scanned over and monitored to see if they showed signs of contagion. The cover up was obviously to see if there were any terror threats for an event. Airports and football stadiums were the first to be installed on the list.

Soon after groups in the thousands started gathering at different government associations. marching and waving banners that Americans rights are being abused.

First it was the new york stock exchange. Then California followed by Arizona and New Mexico. The Gypsy Group told me that Americans didn't know exactly what to ask for when confronted by the government other then they knew they were being scammed by the banks and the federal agencies. But new information came in daily. People  complained about chemtrails and they know that the government is behind modifying our food and water sources.

As the Gypsy Group preached to me in the back of a van, I realize how torn I am about the whole thing. After all, we do need protection from the zombies. The resistance groups around the world can only do so much. We don't have the money or the power the military has.

The Gypsy Group started to go on  about the whole thing being over money and power. Something about drugs and medicine being the dog of the free world.

I was about to respond when our van was slammed from the side. We flew off the road and sideways into a ditch. I was temporarily left unconscious. I heard gunshots and people yelling when I came to. It was the ASMZ . And they had found me.

I was upside down and I started to crawl out the side window. The glass was very sharp and I tried to move over it with my jacket sleeves covering my palms. Half way out of the window I was pulled out by a man. He held me by the throat as he was firing his gun at the scattering Gypsy Group members. Mangled from the wreck, I was hardly able to stay conscious. I remember the man raising the butt end if his pistol to clock me with it, then through the fog of my vision I saw a zombie run and jump on his back and start tearing his neck out.

I passed out.