Thursday, July 29, 2010

OOC: The Walking Dead - motion comic

Just in case you're wondering about the 'OOC' in this post title, it refers to 'Out of Character' in which I'll do some occasional posts not affiliated with the ongoing entries of this blog's plot. They'll probably be few and far in-between.

Anyway, I ended up hitting this lovely AMC online promotional and it's pretty sweet. I loved the animation given to the comic as well as the voices fitting. If the live action series didn't look so awesome already, I'd probably go for this, but it's a nice appetizer till October for the series premier.

There's no HD-version of the TV series trailer yet online, but there's other cool stuff at AMC's page like behind-the-scenes material and interviews.

I guess I can count this blog as a partial fansite. Just don't expect me to post about other zombie series all the time. Every once in a while, a fun tidbit of things that may be floating under the radar...

[click here for AMC's official site] <--- click here as an alternative if video does not show up

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Birthday Bash

It's already been a few days and there's been a few arguments with both security for the prior Saturday night's shoot out as well as some people being jackasses. While there's been a fair share of squabbles, we've also made a few groups of friends. My roommates and me usually hang out in the pool room with a group of others. The usual people we meet have been pretty cool and fun. Granted half our conversations are all about the dead coming back to life and how everything is gonna change like the great depression - but with zombies.

Anyway, today was Vic's birthday. He was staying a few doors down from us and he's been able to use his laptop to get in constant news clips and YouTube videos of the mayhem from around the world. Since he's been our sole source of news outside our local area and TV broadcasts, he's sort of become a small celeb around here for spreading up to date info.

Today we had a party set up for him in the dining area in the middle of the pond. Everyone was celebrating and having a great time. Forgetting what had happen for the last few days, it was like this was a regular-old scheduled party at the hotel. Everything was going perfectly till someone in a mascot costume came into the main area. No one really thought it was a threat since most of us thought that it was someone who had dressed up for the party.

Stumbling towards Vic while he was sitting down having a piece of his cake, he chuckled a bit till the mascot's arms came up and started grabbing at his shoulders. Thinking the mascot was a little drunk, Vic tried to tear off the mascot's hands off of him until the mascot's head shifted off a little. Revealing a bloody mouth, the guy lunged at Vic. Falling over, he was able to avoid the undead mascot's bite as it laid on the floor squirming. It took a few minutes until security arrived, but Vic had gotten one of the fire extinguishers in his hands. Looking at the struggling bloody person in costume, he slowly held up the extinguisher above its face and started going to town on it as if it was a grounded pinata. In quick mechanic motion he rammed the bottom of the extinguisher onto the zombie's face as if it was the same person who killed his cat. After a good five minutes of mashing the ghoul's head in, Vic dropped the extinguisher as his lower body was stained with blood. He stood there shaking manically for a moment till he turned around and headed for the elevators to go back to his room for a while.

It was about five hours since the party that I decided to talk to him.

Letting me in his room without any difficulty, we sat there as I questioned his current mood. Giving me a quick back story, the guy in the costume he had killed earlier happened to be his best friend's older brother. He also told me that he ended up murdering his best friend and his best friend's family as he was staying over at their house for the weekend since his parents were overseas at the moment. Murdering the last of his best friend's family made him want to vomit his entrails and jump out the window. He said it would have been a disgrace of what his best friend's last wishes were, and oddly enough, I understand.

We chatted for a few more hours till he finally said that he would rather leave than stay. He kept repeating over that staying here any longer would just be futile and that it wouldn't take long till shit really started. Maybe he was right, or he was just fueled by the madness of him taking down another person he knew. But saying he was sure of his choice, he grabbed something from under the couch. Pulling it out, it was a hand gun. He never told me how he got that through security, but it didn't matter. I followed him down stairs to the main level and walked up to the registry desk. Telling security he wanted to leave, they were apprehensive at first, but then they were reminded of his 'murder' earlier. It probably helped security's decision to letting him go. They walked him out the front door, but before leaving, he gave me his laptop to keep using with the others.

I went up to the window to see him standing out in the middle of the street. Taking out his gun, he took out one of the undead assailants then fled down the street into the darkness. I only heard a few more gun shots echo till they stopped.

Most thought he was crazy for leaving, but everyone had a soft spot for the guy. I loaded up his laptop and went through various sites he had bookmarked. Clicking through the browser, I can see why he was crazy enough to leave.

The articles were just... depressing.

- Partial links I saved. I may record some more later.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/8206280.stm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/4683903.stm
http://web.utk.edu/~rbutler8/zombies.html
http://www.undeadreport.com/ <-- really great up-to-date map page of attacks

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Safe Sweet Safe

The photo above is a stake knife I took after the dinner we had when everyone arrived at the Embassy Suits. We were all checked for any illegal stuff some of us might have had. They ended up taking someones cigarette pack and one person's knitting needles. They grouped us together by fours and gave us separate rooms. I was lucky to get one of the suits and for free!

I know I shouldn't be writing this, but I hope this never ends yet. I ended up taking the couch with my other roommate Dean while Frankie took the bedroom with another girl we were grouped with named Sara. We were all given a curfew and that we were free to get some small things like coffee supplies and some bread down in the cupboards within the breakfast area. So far it's been a nice distraction from the wild crap happening outside. There's been some people who've been arriving at the hotel entrance, but they were forced to either go to another safe house or face living it out in the streets.

It's barely been a whole day within this hotel, and some people were already gossiping about what might be going on out there. Some war or a plague. I think it's obviously a plague. I mean I'm a prick when it comes to stating out the obvious, and what we have here is a possible outbreak of the living dead. Hell, half the people in the groups we were taken with from the suburbs didn't seemed all that shocked when a group of horribly disfigured people came running down upon us with horrible screeching and some of them suffering very major injuries.

So if Max Brooks and George Romero has taught me anything; being naive was the same as being dead.

Last night I took some footage right before our curfew started with Sara's camera. Just a small tour of what the inside of the hotel looked like, and I think I actually got some sound footage of either a zombie or a person in need being forced away.

Anyway, will write more later...


Saturday, July 24, 2010

The Beginning

It's been a weird day, so to say. Every day can be weird I guess if you look at things differently in your own way.

Anyway.

Today was just another grueling day at the Mall working as a cashier during the summer. The air conditioner was at full blast, but it still felt as if I was melting to death while standing in the same spot just running bar codes and punching in numerous keys on the register. There was the usual hordes of families taking their kids shopping for back-to-school clothes as if they were going back to school tomorrow. Then there were the valley girls who just seem to live in the stores. Hell, I think I've seen this one brunette girl with GG sunglasses for the fifth time today asking where the hell the perfume shop was for the third time. I had a headache growing like fizzed soda.


Only five minutes away until my last break, I heard some screams come down from the nearby carousel while frantic citizens passed by the store's entrance in fear, as some went towards the screams to see what was going on.


Leaving early for break, I walked out of the shop to head down and meet a crowd just making a wall around the carousel gates. Squeezing myself in as best as I could, I suddenly caught a glimpse inside the ride. There were two legs I could see lying on the floor. Adjusting my eyesight, there then showed to be a darker red atop the already red carousel floor. Observing a bit longer, it was clear that it was a puddle of blood. The next thing I noticed was constant muffled yelling. I looked around to see who was making the noise, but when I got closer to the gates, I could clearly see two security guards manhandling a really large woman. Her eyes were wide open while one of the guards was blocking her mouth with a towel. Wiggling within their grasp, she seemed to have gone into a manic seizure as the towel covering her mouth had blood leaking through the fabric.


Aiming my sights back towards the laying body, it seemed like the covered body looked to be a small skinny child. The face was covered, though some blood spilled from under the cloth. People gossiped around me until policemen and a paramedic team started appearing hastily. Policemen abruptly started forcing people to move along as the paramedics had started to sedate the mad woman. Before I left to head back to the shop, I looked back to see the dead child once more. In moments, the child started to convulse. A paramedic came to the body's side. While preparing a stretcher, the child slowly sat up with the cloth covering its face had slowly slid off. Revealing to some horror the bleeding bit wound present on his cheek. Looking confused, the paramedic shinned a light into the child's eye. After a minute, the paramedic started talking to the child like, "Aren't you in pain?"


Then after, the child lunged at the paramedic's neck as one of the policemen came and tried to pull off the kid.


Not wanting to look any longer, I hastily ran back into the shop...


I think I only worked for thirty more minutes until our manager announced that we would be closing early due to the murder at the carousel. I remember sighing with much relief and clocking out to go home and just watch TV and eat Oreos for the rest of the weekend. I really was naive to what was happening. When I came home, my roommates had told me about a recent newscast as well as the local sheriff driving by earlier in our neighborhood announcing that we would all be evacuated to a nearby safe spot due to ongoing murders happening around the city.


My roommates were both excited yet worried at what was happening. I didn't have time to tell them what had happened at the mall today in annoyance that they would question me all this shit for hours on end. I packed up some clothes, some money, and got changed.


Repeating what the sheriff said earlier, armored trucks would be moving people to a specific safe house close to their suburb. We all waited for about twenty minutes for our pick-up as we decided to eat what was left in our cupboard and refrigerator. In moments a loud monotone voice bellowed from outside. Everyone in the neighborhood started moving out of their houses and into the trucks. I lunged up into the back of one as I helped lift one of my roommates inside. Once every truck was full and that all the houses were empty, the doors shut and the vehicles started to move.


While riding inside the trucks, everyone gossiped about what was going on and why the forced evacuation was happening. Listening in from three different groups, all their stories were different. Thinking it was a religious debate or some political plan. Others in the truck like couples and families were just pretending as if nothing bad was going on. One little girl was talking to her father with a barbie doll while a couple just held each other for the rest of the way without much worries.


My roommate Frankie gave me a stick of gum saying it might be a long ride to wherever we might land. I chuckled and slipped the gum inside my mouth. Blowing up bubbles, I looked outside the fenced rear window. I couldn't properly hear what was going on outside with the loud metallic clanking of the truck moving pretty fast. With what I could see, we seemed to be moving through downtown as hordes of people moved in different ways hastily. Some shops had been boarded up as some windows were broken in. We had passed one fire while one stranger tried to run towards our truck. Grabbing at one of the bars, they started beating on the door. Alarming everyone inside, the stranger screamed, "LET ME IN, LET ME IN!!!" Sobbing insistently in hopes of the truck stopping, the stranger was suddenly tackled by two others who had pinned him on the ground. His screams were loud for a minute until we had gotten pretty far. Everyone inside had gone dead silent.


Turning back to Frankie, her face had a solid shock that had froze. Taking a quick sigh, I asked her, "You saw what I saw?"