I have a feeling that this book will end up as kindling for some desperate soul long after I die, but for the small chance that you’ve decided to read  the first few pages of my Almanac before burning it to ashes. . . Thank you. You won’t regret keeping this book, because it may save your life if you’re new to the Apocalypse. Over the past years I’ve gathered evidence on the monsters around this city. What they can do, where to find them, possible weaknesses, etc.

Normal zombie’s- slow, dumb, and will follow anything that makes noise.

These zombies can be found almost anywhere.

Though they may be stupid, they have incredible sense of smell and hearing. From what I could gather they can smell a drop of fresh blood from about 3 miles away, and can hear a whisper from 2 miles away, but luckily since they usually travel in large numbers usually all they can hear is the bone crunching and moaning of each other.

How to avoid them (Temporary)

If you’re a loner just like me then the best way to avoid these zombies when they’re in large groups is to wear the skin of one of them. Yes it sounds gross but it works, I’ve been able to walk through huge crowds of zombies without a single one trying to eat me. To wear the skin you have to clean out the inside of it so you don’t accidentally swallow some of their blood and become one of them. Keep the skin dry, and after about a month the skin will lose its scent and become useless. Remember, even though you may look like a zombie, you have to act the part, walk slow and be cautious, try to avoid touching other zombies or you may aggravate them and the zombies will kill you.

The nervous system is the only weakness. This includes the brain and spine (nerve gas is a great way to kill large groups of zombies)

Runners- slow, but fast when hunting, very violent

These are the 2nd most common type of zombie, you can find 1 runner in every 10 normal zombies.

They’re just like Normal ones but they’re faster, and for some reason instead of eating their prey as soon as they grab it, they rip it apart and beat it into a bloody mess and then they’ll eat what’s left.

I used to not be able to tell the difference between a normal zombie and a runner, but I looked closer, and realized that these zombies usually have bloody beaten arms (normal zombies just look like a pale rotting version of a person) their legs aren’t as rotten and are fresh compared to the rest of the body making it look like someone cut their legs off and attached fresh feet to them, and these zombies have brown spots along their arms and legs, but these are usually covered by clothing.

How to avoid them

 Runners have been known to rip apart and eat a normal zombie without warning.

The chances of the zombie skin technique fooling a runner is a 50/50 chance (I had to learn this the hard way and barely lived). I think this does fool them but they try to rip you apart anyway because of their violent instincts. I used to think they do this because they’re hungry and they weren’t as picky as other zombies, but I’ve seen multiple runners kill other zombies and not eat them, so my guess is that there’s a chemical imbalance in what’s left of the runners brains, making them randomly angry to the point of killing something.

But on the 50% chance a runner will attack you remember that they only do this if they see something move, so if possible stay out of line of sight with them, but if you have to move into sight of a runner, have a knife ready.

Crawlers- thin, quiet, prefer the dark, can fit in tight spots, more active at night

You will only find these types of zombies in buildings or tunnels,

They look like a walking skeleton, the bones of their fingertips have mutated to look like long sharp daggers on the end of each finger/toe and they walk on all 4, can crawl on walls and ceiling and fit through tight spaces

Since they live in the dark they don’t rely on sight, and usually depend on hearing more than smell

How to avoid them

Stay inside at night with all doors and windows locked, stay quiet and keep a knife and flashlight handy. Avoid using a gun if possible, if fired crawlers will hear the gunshot and swarm you. A flashlight will make them writhe in pain and get away from you, but other crawlers will hear their screeching comrade and you’ll be swarmed by them (only use a flashlight against a single crawler that’s charging you). Since crawlers need to live in the dark, they can only come up at night, and if they leave the city they won’t be able to go anywhere to hide from the sun, so if possible avoid cities at night. Another way to avoid them is to use a speaker. It sounds stupid but if you set a timer on a speaker turn up the speaker at max volume, and run away, the crawlers will be on it soon because they can feel the vibration of the music/timer playing and they think it’s something they can eat since they rely on sound/vibrations more than smell, so a speaker would be a great diversion if you have to get past crawlers.

Brutes- a rare type of zombie. Big zombies (around 10 feet tall), unproportional body parts due to the inflammation of muscles during mutation.

They have dark or tanned rotting skin, and their bodies are swollen to the point where it looks like they have no neck. Their upper body will be the most swollen part of the body, but that doesn’t mean their legs don’t get swollen.

These zombies take longer to rot and their skin is more fresh compared to average zombies. These things are like the size of a Grizzly bear, and the head is the only weakness if you have to take it out, but taking out the legs will slow them down and make them easier to kill or escape from, if possible the best way to avoid them is to wear the zombie skin. (they have the average eyesight of a zombie but have sensitive smell and hearing (just like a grizzly bear) so if the skin isn’t fresh then they’ll know you’re not a real zombie and squash you.

even though they may seem slow and dumb, they’re very fast like a rhino, they can charge around 30mph. But they can only do this in short bursts, like a hunter they’ll walk slow but when they’re hunting they charge. If you do manage to shoot their head they won’t automatically die, they’ll be able to move and run for about 2 hours before they’ll die.Extremely dangerous. Avoid at all costs.

Pinballs- have sharp rib cage bones sticking out of them randomly, their teeth are sharp and uneven so they can’t close their mouths, some of their bones around their arms fuse together.

While looking for Pinballs to study I’ve noticed that some of them are different from each other.

Some have long and sharp bones protruding from their fingertips like a crawler but nails that are 3 times longer. Some have crab claw hands, and there are Grapplers.

(Most pinballs have different hands (ex: nail bones on one hand, and a grappling hook on the other) I’ve only ever seen 2 of the 10 pinballs I’ve seen through my life with the same mutated hands.)

Grapplers have one hand which is a weird claw with 3-6 tips, like those old claw machines with toys inside them. They can shoot these hooks at you with some muscle flesh stuff (I don’t know what to call it) attached to the end of it like an actual grappling hook and can close the hook around their target and pull things to them, I haven’t been able to get to close to these zombies so I don’t know how they do this, but I think that the weird rope part that allows them to retract their claw back to them is a stretched out piece of muscle in their arm that’s compressed near the wrist and when they flex that muscle it shoots out with the grapple attached to it, and another muscle inside the arm pulls the bone hook with the wrist attached to the hook on the end back towards them, and they have muscles in the weird wrist bones (I don’t know what their called I’m not a doctor, but they’re the small bones in your wrist) which makes them open and retract the claws which can make them grab onto things, sorta like a moving your fingers. 

The only way to avoid them is to wear the zombie skin. These guys have great smell and hearing just like the brutes so make sure the skin you’re wearing is fresh. These guys are a lot more territorial than other zombies, and if a person or zombie gets too close to them, they’ll kill them. Always stay at least 100 feet away from them. If you have to fight them, the best thing to fight them with is a gun, the sound of the gun will bring a lot of attention to yourself from the other zombies in the vicinity but getting close to a pinball is too dangerous. The bones protruding out of them could easily stab or wound you, and they have incredibly fast reflexes, and a thick hide so it’s gonna take more than one stab from a knife to kill them. And just like a runner, they’ll only run if they see prey. Extremely dangerous. Avoid at all costs.

(more dangerous than brutes)

I normally wouldn’t make this segment since it’s common knowledge how a zombie infects people, but I’ve made a recent discovery that the Pinballs infect differently from other zombies. Part of me is glad to say I’m lucky enough to know that, but it’s so horrifying that I wish I never saw it.

While studying a wandering pinball while in my zombie suit I saw an unfortunate soul stumble across it, all bloody and bruised, clothes torn, and no weapons to protect himself (probably was a city gang’s prisoner who just escaped) and immediately saw the pinball. they stared at each other, like when you make eye contact with a wild animal and you’re both frozen in place, and as soon as you move, the animal runs. That’s what happened. The person slowly tried taking a step backwards and the pinball jumped onto him in 1 second (which was impressive because they were across the street from each other). The pinball pinned the person’s arms down, then injected it’s 2 foot long tongue into the person’s mouth, like how a snake strikes its prey, and the person spasmed for a second and he went limp . After 10 seconds of them sitting like that, the pinball rolled it’s tongue back in its mouth, got off the guy, and as soon as he did the guy started spasming again and his eyes rolled back in his head, but he was changing, his ribs started to distort and protrude out of his body, his teeth got longer and sharper, the muscles in his arms and legs got bigger, the bones in his arms started to elongate, and eventually ripped through the skin showing his bones fusing together to make a weird crab claw on one hand and on the other hand were huge claws. It was horrifying. I had to cut my day of studying zombies off to just take a breather, and as soon as I got home I threw up.

Mimics- Another species that’s rare among zombies are what I like to call mimics. These guys look like normal zombies but if you get close to them, they’ll take to their true forms. Their limbs stretch 3 feet longer, the skin around their joints will be torn apart and you’ll just see their muscles. Their mouth doesn’t have a jaw, so when they don’t mimic a normal zombie their mouth is just droopy skin with teeth sticking out of their lips. They have really strong muscles to make it look like they have a jaw like normal zombies.

They’ll unretract their bones out of their body, and shoot out one of their lower arms and hands attached to a long rope (actually it’s more like a tentacle because they can make it move while it’s in the air, it’s very weird) made of muscles and can use their hand as a wip. The hand will have bones protrude out of it like a little mace, but their hand can still grab onto things.

You can Identify a mimic by looking at a zombie’s joints, because as mentioned earlier the skin rips when they become their true forms since they’re so tall, so if a regular zombie has ripped skin around their joints be careful around them. You don’t need to do anything special to avoid mimics, they’re just like normal zombies so all you’ll need is zombie skin.

The zombie skin works on them, but If you need to fight them, try getting close to it so the tentacle whip thingy will be useless up close. They’re stronger than they look, and their tentacle arm’s are ridiculously strong so be careful.

This may be the last thing you read of mine,

so how do I make it special?

Do I talk about what this year has been like and how special this blog is to me?

Do I talk about water balloon fights in Summer to end on a fun memory?

Do I talk about lollipops and chocolates to leave a sweet taste in your mouth?

Maybe talk about what I’ve been up to and why I haven’t been posting that much.

Or maybe I’ll talk about all of these things.

I’ll talk about running around the backyard with your friend chasing you with the hose, a water balloon in either hand, throwing them at your friends, and dodging incoming water balloons. then spending the next hour sitting out in the sun drying off and soaking in the nice warm sun. Eating watermelon that’s so sweet and plump it explodes with juice when you bite into a slice. Then spend the rest of the day sitting around a campfire on the beach on a warm night, with a nice smore in your hand with chocolate melting out of the graham crackers onto the sand, but there’s still that nice warm tender chocolate bar in the center, with a nice golden brown marshmallow in the center. Sharing stories, trading jokes, and laughing till your sides hurt. Wishing to stay in that moment forever.

That’s how I leave on a fun memory.

That’s how I leave a sweet taste in your mouth

That’s what this year has been like to me how.

That’s how special this blog has been to me,

and that’s why I haven’t been posting that much.

Because I don’t want to leave this moment.

We say animal to describe a primitive being who acts like a beast,

a being who doesn’t walk around on 2 legs,

a being who doesn’t go to school,

and a being who eats by shoving their face into their food.

we even have our own word to separate us from these “lesser beings”: People

we call sheep’s, monkey’s, and dog’s animals because they’re not like us,

but the thing is, we’re animals to.

We can talk and we can write and do things no other animal has ever done,

but that doesn’t mean were not the beasts we look down on.

we’re different from other animals but were both made of meat and bones,

we both eat, sleep, and dream.

The only things who have the right to use the word animals as an insult are robots.

if you try to use the word animals to describe something lesser than you,

then you’re the animal.

Remember that.

I ran out onto the field just like everyone else. Oh wait, sorry not run, I fast walked is the right word. I remember from our training we were told not to run or you’ll trip over the bodies. I’m glad I paid attention during training, because the field was littered with bodies, mostly allied but the farther up the field was the most dead body ridden part of land, a mix of allied and central powers soldiers, British, American, German, and Austrian bodies. The ground covered in a thick layer of mostly dried up blood, and mangled body parts. When we got halfway across, some soldiers were confused.

“we’ve never made it this far, why aren’t they shooting us?” I heard Gavin say somewhere in the crowd.

hope started to well up in me, maybe the enemy sentries had fallen asleep, or they were out of ammo, but as soon as the thought entered my mind, a U.S. soldier right next to me, collapsed to the ground, followed by the sound of a gunshot. It was like a warning of what was to come because right after that, the sounds of millions of rifle shots mixed with machine gun fire washed over me and soldiers were falling left and right. My training kicked in and I dropped to the ground and laid prone in a small crater created by artillery fire, I peeked the barrel of my rifle and my head over the edge of the crater and fired. I caught a glimpse of a German soldier collapsing before ducking down into my crater again and reloaded my rifle, but then I caught a glimpse of something on the field that paralyzed me with fear and shock. Just 20 feet from where I laid. there was Tyler, laying face down, staring coldly at me, with a bullet in his head.

“C’mon J,” Jason yelled somewhere through all the gunfire.

I looked around trying to see him, and off to my left I see Jason and Andy laying prone, using bodies as cover.

“Get up and shoo-” and a machine gun riddles them with bullets. I sit for what feels like an hour. to scared to peek up and try to shoot. I sit just listening to the gunfire, but I hear some foot steps behind me, and I turn around to see Adam and Gavin running towards me then jump in my crate with me.

“They waited for us to get closer, so they had a better chance to kill all of us. trying to take out our main force,” Adam yelled over the booming of artillery.

“Hey J are you OK?” Gavin asked

I don’t respond I’m to scared and angry, then suddenly a plan forms in my head.

“Guys do what I do.” I say grabbing a grenade from my belt. then pulled the pin, waited 2 seconds, then threw it towards the closest machine gun, and as soon as it hit the ground next to the mount it blew up, killing the gunner and wrecking the machine gun. Gavin and Adam got the idea and helped me take out 4 more machine guns. Which left only rifle fire defending the trench, and I guess other Allied soldiers saw this because suddenly a huge wave of infantry charged the trench, so Adam, Gavin, and I slipped in the big charge firing at the enemy, forcing the defenders to retreat, but they were to slow, and the ones who didn’t die surrendered. after that it’s kind of a blur, my 2 surviving friends tell the general about how my plan took out the main defense which got us a medal for our quick thinking and bravery, but I don’t care. I don’t care about the award, it’s not worth the nightmares I get almost every night of Tyler with a bullet hole between his cold dead eye’s staring at me. It’s not worth the nightmares of watching Jason and Andy die while I watch helplessly from the sidelines, over and over again. People call me a hero, but I don’t see myself as one, and when I wake up every night in a cold sweat, I wonder why God gave mankind such destructive and terrifying powers.

I don’t have anything to write about, but I wanted to make this so it counts as a post. I have a lot of homework I need to do so I’m trying to make a quick post for credit in creative writing but have time to work on my homework from other classes, so bye.

P.S. Goodbye post will be here soon

there’s no right or wrong way to do art, so why are there so many people that tell artists that their art style is wrong or that it’s not good, just because of the style?

Glass. that’s whay my bones are made of. When I was a kid, maybe 5 or 6 I went to a carnival with my mom, and I really wanted to go on a spinning ride that while it spun around, little domes shaped like fruit you would sit in, would spin as well, but my mom wouldn’t let me because she nwe I’d reak something. I tried to ignore the ride, usually we just play the games and don’t go on any rides, but that day I wanted to go on a ride more than ever, I juust wanted to go on the ride and have fun like a normal kid, but I knew that she was right, and I’d break something, so I devised a plan so I could go on the ride and stay safe. Since all I did was play the games whenever we went to carnivals and theme parks, I got quite good at them, so I quickly won 3 stuffed animals the size of me, then I waited until me and my mom walked through a big crowd of people, then bolted for the ride as fast as possible. Luckily there weren’t that many people getting on the ride so I didn’t have to wait, I quickly got in a giant metal strawberry alone and when the employee pulled the metal bar in front of me so I wouldn’t fly out of the ride I quickly put one stuffed animal on either side of me, and another one in front of me. The ride started and I looked over to see my mom looking around in the middle of the street looking for me. My plan worked flawlessly, the stuffed animals were cushioning me so I couldn’t get hurt, it was so much fun, I was yelling with joy, and while I spun around, my mom and I made direct eye contact, and the look of horror on her face should’ve told me that this was a big mistake, but I was a little kid and the most exhilarating thing I’d ever done even remotely similar to this was when I put a drop of hot sauce on my tongue. when my metal strawberry turned so I could see her again I saw she was at the front of the line and an employee had to hold her back from trying to run on the ride. I thought she was overreacting, that I was clearly safe with my stuffed animals, but when I glanced to my left I saw my stuffed animal wasn’t there anymore, I looked down and on the floor next to me there were my two stuffed animals. it felt like everything had slowed down, my smile turned into a scared frown, and when I looked up again, I saw the stuffed animal in front of me had fallen through my arms onto the floor as well, and the next time my strawberry spun, I hit my shoulder against the side and I heard it shatter and felt the searing pain well up though my body into my agonizing shriek and tears, then it threw me forward into the bar, breaking my ribs, over and over. until suddenly, I blacked out. When I woke up I was in a hospital bed with casts around almost every part of my body. after that I stuck to reading and writing.

I’m tired, I feel my eyes being closed but I force the shutters of my eyelids to stay open, The muscles of my eyes force the blinds to stay open because I know if I close them I’ll fall asleep, it’s odd that my brain does this. When I go to bed and try to sleep my brain acts like a rebellious child and decides to stay awake, and when I go to school my brain decides “yeah, now is a good time to sleep” and I have to fight the urge to sleep in class, like a mom refusing the urge to buy her kid a toy to make them stop screaming at the market, because she knows if she does get that toy, the child will never grow up. I guess in everyone of us we try to act a grown up but our brain holds onto these childish urges, and the only way to keep it in check is if you have the adult part of the brain grow and make sure the child is behaving and following rules, but no matter what you do the child of your brain won’t grow up. The adult can have stricter rules but no matter how strict the rules are your inner child will always act like 6 year old you. The 6 year old you who wants every cool toy they see, who wanted to eat Wendy’s everyday. It’s odd the way our brain works.

Why I chose my name. 264145463540

I chose the name since I enjoy drawing, and I have a dog named Watson, he’s so happy and uplifting me. And he never fails to brighten my dull days, he has a sleeck blueish fur coat with some black and white around his eyes, and he’s really the families dog but I feed him, walk him, and since I do the mane dog caring stuff he follows me around and it’s very cute and I love him so much.