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Its amazing what people can get away with now that the rising has happened. 

During the time of the pre-rising a person would get arrested and sentenced to life in prison for gunning someone down in the street. It would be classed as murder and they would go “bye bye” for a very long time. 

However now, if you have a reason to believe that someone is converting or just from a distance they seem to be acting the way a zombie would, then the law will support you fully for placing a bullet between their eyes with no questions asked. 

There have been occasions since the rising where the following have (unbelievably and unnecessarily) quite frequently happened:

A person had a cold, sneezed in their hand and looked disorientated for a while and because of this he was gunned down by some idiot who thought he was converting. This also happened to some drunken guys that were stumbling around on the street and also with some kids who were play-acting in a park.

Yeah, kids seem to think that playing “zombie tag” is a a lot more entertaining than regular tag these days.

But the law sees it this way: If you have a reason to believe that they’re a brain sucker then you have the right end there life. 

But you see, that’s the thing. You can now get away with murder if you give the officials “the right reason,” but most other laws still stand. Robbing a shop, raping or mugging someone; all of that is still illegal so how does the death of someone become overlooked without a reason other than “it looked like a zombie.”

So before i get too much into this the moral is: 

Even though the whole world has gone to hell and the law enforcement is all but dead because of the outbreak, we still fight over the most mental things. Violence still is all around us. We just don’t notice as much.

Society must have gone to hell too.

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Let’s face it. If you were a zombie fan before the rising and you are still here today, then it’s pretty damn obvious that you will have “zombinspirations.”

A zombinspiration is a zombie survival or killing method that you have seen being used before the rising in zombie films, books or games and have then copied them as a means to keep you alive today.  

I have many zombinspirations. I plan to create a series of short blog posts dedicated to the method and how it has helped me personally.

My first one comes from the legendary Zombieland (2009):

“When the zombie outbreak first hit, the first to go, for obvious reasons… were the fatties.”

The opening scene introduces us to one of the most obvious survival rules of all: Keeping fit. To outrun the faster zombies in our world you have to be fit and in pretty good health.

When the rising first hit I wasn’t the fittest of girls. In fact I almost became lunch as I struggled to heave myself over a fence. If I had taken a few seconds longer, odds are I would have joined the ranks of the un-dead. So this close call made me realize that I had to do something about my fitness, or to put it simply, I would be fucked.

Since the rising first began I have purposefully lost a stone and a half and I have toned up a hell of a lot. I work out almost daily. I am now lighter on my feet and I’m a lot stronger that I was before.

This all sounds like quite a lot of effort right now, but one day it may just save my life.

Not so much changed in my life after the rising happened, then not enough time has passed for anything significant to happen.

One thing that I hope never changes is my favorite hobby. 

Wall climbing has always been a favorite of mine and has saved my life in so many ways. 

Theres so many things that have been altered but for the better, the local center i go to have installed new obsticals you could learn and practice on that you would encounter in real life. 

Things such as wire fences with barbed wire to brick walls 15 ft tall and even free-running lessons are being held now, All along with the typical grip holds that pre-rising were used. 

Its good to begin learning to climb up seemingly impossible obstacles, as i mentioned before doing something like this saved my life, but thats a story for another day. 

Moral of the story is, if you havent already, its a good idea to start doing physical exercise, weapons training is fine but if things go tits up you need to be able to get out of there and get out fast mainly doing what a zombie cant do. Jump and climb, so you need to become what our primal ansestors were good at climbing like a monkey and soaring like a eagle.

Oh yeah the zombies can run, but can they fly? 

- Calum

Hey, I’ll admit it. I’m one of those sick fucks that thought a “zombie apocalypse” would be a “totally cool” and “fun” idea before the rising. I was a nerd that would sit for hours obsessing over zombie movies and finding all of the gore and effects mesmerizing.  I played survival horror video games since the young age of five when I first picked up the disk of a very popular zombie series. It was one of the first of its type and was released back in 1996. I’m sure a lot of you could take an educated guess at what game I’m referring to.

As a kid I used to adore the thrill of being terrified.

When we were young teens my sister and I used to role-play scenarios from different anime series through our laptops. When we became older our role-play interests took a different turn. It was around the time that I started college that my sister joined me and also developed a love for the un-dead.  Since then we’d have discussions about anything “zombie-related” that we could think of: Planning survival routes, speculating how an apocalypse would start and what weapons would be best to use became daily conversations in our life.

To us, nothing was “cooler” than “zombies.”

So to put it simply, I had always adored zombies for as long as I could remember. They were in my life mentally before the rising and now they are here physically. I had always prayed for a “zombie apocalypse” and when I first heard the news of the outbreak I couldn’t help but feel slightly excited inside.

I feel absolutely sick admitting that now.

When I see how things are now, I feel like a fucking idiot when I look back at what I wanted. I was forced to leave my home and everyone that I loved behind. My entire family are dead now and there is no “continue” button to hit that could ever bring them back.

My name is Naomi Evans and I fucking hate zombies. 

So welcome to those of you who have joined us so early in our blog development.

Whilst things are still being taken down and we are waiting to get the go ahead to keep moving I would like to take the time out to introduce myself. Hopefully the other members of my group will be willing to do the same if they’re not too busy dismantling gear, packing up resources or making sure the door stays where it’s supposed to be.

My name is Calum.

Before the whole rising business I was a student, studying software development and in my final year before graduation. I attended college every Thursday and Friday of the year.

It had been a day like any other, although I have to say that it was the coldest winter that I had felt for quite a long time. It was rather strange what happened that day. Everything seemed empty and quiet on what was normally a busy Thursday morning. I just took it that everybody was where they should have been before the generic starting time for the sessions had even begun. Even the diner was a quiet hall full of empty chairs, but the creepiest thing was that no music was being played from the TV’s mounted on the walls.

Everything was silent.

This is where things got interesting. Nobody except for the Bus load of people who came up to college with me was in sight, not even the tutors. Apparently the on-site staff had arrived because all the doors were open and the lights were on but not even they could be found.

I found my way up to the fourth floor where I normally work in one of the computer rooms. No-one was there, but I guessed that was okay since I was normally the first person to arrive out of my group anyway.

I loaded up my PC and started to do my regular morning routine checks: Emails - YouTube subscriptions - Staff emails. But instead of booting up my emails, my eyes locked onto a rather disturbing image. MSN’s Homepage had a large red banner normally only used for breaking news. That bit didn’t interest me, however the text within it however did.

“The Dead begin to rise!”

Not exactly something that you see every day huh?

Almost on cue I could hear people screaming. It was a small collection of screams and I willed myself to find out what was going on. I took a step out into the corridor and I could see a silhouette standing in one of the rooms at the bottom of the hallway. Something was dripping all over its face, and I watched as it staggered towards me. As the person got closer I could see that it was a girl. She looked badly injured. the blood dripping down from her nose and from her head made me wonder if she’d been attacked.

I stuck my arm out to offer her my help but before I could question what had happened she lunged at me, grabbing my arm and pulling it up towards her mouth.

A moment of “The hell is this crazy bitch doing?” ran across my mind as I pulled my arm from her grip and kicked her right in her chest, sending her flying across the room. Her head smashed against a table edge and her now lifeless form dropped to the ground.

I took a moment to assess what just happened, glancing over to the motionless body on the floor. Did I just do that? Did I really just kill someone?

I honestly thought that I did kill her until I noticed a “non-table” related injury. There was a huge gaping chunk missing from her neck. I’m not a doctor or anything, but she shouldn’t be moving with that much of her neck missing.

What on earth could have caused that? I kept thinking to myself. I broke from my trail of thought as I saw a shadow move across the wall just out the corner of my eye.

I gradually moved forward to look around the corner of the tables set up for the class and I saw 3 figures crouched down munching away at a body lying on the floor. Without a single extra movement one of the figures lifted its head up and looked directly at me, dropping what it had in its teeth. It slowly stood up and I watched in horror as the other 2 did the same.

At this point all of my emotions were screaming at me to get out of there, but I was just to frozen to move. The things I had already seen today were enough to put me off eating for a very long time. I felt physically sick.

Suddenly a familiar sound caught my attention: the sound of the college’s lift reaching my floor. Turning away from the figures shuffling towards me, I ran out of the room and into the corridor where 3 other people had just got off of the lift, each brandishing a different weapon. Before I could say a word they were off, running in the opposite direction to me. They ran through the double doors I used to enter this floor with and I ran after them wanting to keep up. I could hear the figures behind me getting closer, but the sounds of my footsteps were drowning them out.

Walking up the stairs led to a large open window which looking out of would give you a fairly large field of vision over the college’s car park and over the roads off into the distance. The vision outside caused me to stop dead in my tracks.

When the news article said “The Dead begin to rise,” they really weren’t kidding. Across the road from my college was a large crematorium which was connected to a church.  All of the bodies that were supposed to be six feet under were currently staggering out of the cemetery and across the college car park. What was out there was trying to get inside, but what was more concerning was that I knew they wanted to get me.

Zombies: The truly do exist. I never thought it was possible. God was I wrong.

- Calum

Most people wont remember what happened that day. 

It all happened so quickly. Most people went through the shock of it all, then completely tried to mentally block out what happened. Others went through denial, then pretended that it never happened and they were just dreaming. Some people forgot all natural reactions, pissed themselves, then ended up dying anyway. Most people got infected more or less straight away.

Not me though. I had the time to take it all in, inspect what was going on and see just how fucked I was. 

Guess I was one of the lucky ones. 

I saw old friends die infront of me that day. That part didn’t bother me, however the fact that they got back up again did. 

I guess this post is going nowhere, but i have been thinking: Before the rising this world was torn apart anyway. 

Countries were at war against other countries. Cultures were at the throats of other cultures. The poor were stealing from the rich; although half the time it was the rich stealing from the poor. 

The poor were dieing, freezing to death in the cold with nothing, whilst the rich were quite literally burning whatever they called useless and arguing over who had more. Nothing seemed fair.

Guess who were the first to go? The homeless.

Those who had to suffer in silence. Those who had nowhere to run. Those who’s immune systems were far too low to avoid falling ill and dying, then getting straight back up again. Hopping back up to try to eat the world. 

The rich were forced to abandon their homes by the ones they laughed at in the streets. The poor ran, scared and alone, having only what lucky soul they bumped into for company- or food- it really depended if they had come in contact with the infection on their journey.

To put it simply, when the rising hit everything changed. Instead of each other, Man had a new and more dangerous enemy to fight. Because of the violence, equality in society also hit a new level. Everyone were either survivors or dead. Your social class no longer mattered. 

Nobody truly knows how this started except for the government (well what is left of them that is). They say that they know nothing, but its the government so they always know something. 

Me? I think its like those fictional stories that people used to love before it became non-fiction. They usually go along the lines of: “Some scientists develop a cure and it goes unexpectedly wrong and then it somehow escapes into society infecting everyone.”

Either way it doent matter. We’re all in this together now and that only makes one thing the top priority: Surviving. 

But who am i? All in good time dearest reader, all in good time. 

- C

Whilst the World Keeps Burning: That’s what we’ve named this blog. We thought it would be a suitable name, especially considering our world’s current circumstances. Why, you might ask? Well look around you. Tell me exactly what you see.

I suppose that depending where you are, you could possibly still be happy; untouched by the truth behind the news. You’ll probably be reading this, sat in your cosy warm home, while listening to reporters on TV drone on about transport strikes. If you are really lucky you may have already heard about the medical “breakthroughs” in the past week.

But isn’t it strange that no sooner has a major cure has been discovered, that the hospitals are striking too?

I can promise you right now that you won’t be happy for a lengthy period.  Your “government” will only be trying to mask the truth for a little while longer. Maintain the peace and prevent riots for as long as possible. Unfortunately they can’t lie forever.

In the end it all comes down to one thing: The infection will spread and there is nothing they can say or do to prevent it. You’ll find out soon enough, but for your sakes I hope it’s before your neighbour is taking a running dive through your living room window in an attempt to gnaw off your arm.

I’ll tell you what I can see when I look around: Chaos. Flames, violence and death is everywhere. In a matter of a couple of days our entire city had become a warzone. In the matter of a week our entire city has become hell on earth.

My name isn’t important anymore. I’m not special. All I am is a nineteen year old girl trying her best to survive out here and doing what I do best: Blogging. Who knows, maybe some of my future posts may save your life.

The world is going to shit, but hey at least we still have the internet.

-N

(Source: whilst-the-world-keeps-burning)

This blog is going to contain the following things:

- Zombie AU role play.
Personal blog posts on our life during the zombie apocalypse.
Reporting on fictional events.
Communicating with other survivors online via reblogs.
Occasional plot that goes along with our fictional lives. 
Reblogging other user content. 

- Explicit Language.

- Disturbing imagery.

- Other content users may find inappropriate (NC-17) 

More notices may be added to this over time so please keep checking back.

If any other survivors are out there, anyone at all, we would love to here from you and hear your stories - Drop us a message any time.

(P.S. This blog is still undergoing set-up, so changes may occur).