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