The idea behind this blog is to share my opinions about Post-Apocalyptic Literature, Films and Ephemera as well as my random nattering on a regular basis.
This book is written in diary form. It reads as almost a deathbed confession. From the very beginning the reader is aware that the narrator that the is dieing, slowly, painfully and with more than a couple regrets. The majority of the book is written in retrospect. It's the story of dieing man relating the events that led him to that state.
From the first couple of lines of text, the reader is acutely aware that the narrator has suffered a zombie bite and that what they are holding is in fact the last will and testament of a man who will soon be shuffling around and seeking human flesh.
This volume is in fact his second diary, the first one having been destroyed. In this one he focuses more on the human aspect of the apocalypse. Man's inhumanity to his fellow man is the primary focus of this volume. He says since any potential reader (and he doesn't envision there being any who'd bother) has experienced the same basic events as he has, considering that they are both survivors, he doesn't need to describe the events of the zombpocalpse. He chooses a narrow focus on the human element. At times it's very brutal. Humans treat themselves worse than they treat the undead.
The tale isn't all downward spiral though. There are a couple rays of hope. Seems that being bitten is not an automatic death sentence. Our hero runs into no less then two people ... one who is unproven but one who is confirmed. There a human who is immune to the bites of zombies. That simple nugget is enough to keep the reader on the edge. Is this a deathbed confession or will there be a last minute reprieve when our hero realizes he is not in fact undergoing the transformation?
It's well worth the time you'll spend to learn the answer to that question. Trust me.
You know that time you thought of something crazy? You thought the no one had possibly thought it before.
Well here I am sitting and watching some cartoons. I think 'apocalyptic spongebob' no way has anyone thought of that. So I google it. Yup. It's been thought of and there's pics to prove it.
The episode I was watching was 'Glove World' by the way. Also love the ruins of the Krusty Krab in the background (or the implied ruins anyhow.
For most of us prepping is not something we even think about. Perhaps
WON'T think about till TSHTF. Well no worries. The fine folks over
at Map of the Dead have done
all the heavy lifting for you. Yes even you ... you
know who you are.
They tell you where to find all the loot you've neglected to horde and
even the places to avoid. How nice is that?
Looks as though my part of the will be fairly safe .... for now.
This is a Belgium White style beer that is brewed by Anheuser-Busch. I'll say right up front I don't care for many beers that aren't India Pale Ales ... the more hops involved the better. But for whatever reason the makers of this beer have decided on an apocalyptic advertisement campaign. I can can get behind the idea of a great commercial and a website devoted to said ad campaign ... I will however most likely not drink the beer.
The beer may suck but the commercial? ... Pure gold.
You know the drill: these are free for the scarfing ... but for an undetermined length of time.
Last week's offering wasn't so bad. Virus was quite enjoyable and H10N1 is showing real potential so far. I can only hope this week's are at least as good.
The events of the past few days have not only saddened me they have truly had a profound impact on students, teachers and individuals who strive to make the world just a little more accepting of those who have special needs. Hank I'd go to the mass in your honor but I'd feel like a hypocrite if I did.
Ironically when I think about the accident I have a song that plays in my mind. Indeed we have No Control.
Bad Religion - No Control
Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole. Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it Though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control. Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness.
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end.
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah. Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't Explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away. History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness.
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end.
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah. If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day, But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away. And believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear... We have no control. We have no control. We have no control, we do not understand. You have no control, you are not in command. You have no control. We have no control. No control. No control. You have no control.
These are all doll house size it seems. Apocalyptic doll houses ... who'da thunk it huh? The survivalist cactus in the first scene is quite interesting. View the entire set here.
I'll make an attempt to list new free apocalyptic books once a week. You'll need to jump on these soon too. No telling how long they will remain free for the scarfin'.
If you are an author or a publisher and you'd like me to check out what you're doing, review your apocalyptic literature, view your PA film or interview you, contact me at: feardeathbywater[at]exitofhumanity[dot]com.