Parwaaz's blog

January 6th. 

Hi, I’m Devon Mosby. I’m twenty-six, five foot eleven inches, and athletic. I like soccer and I’m one of the few survivors of Zombie Apocalypse 2014, or as my brother told me, ZA2K14. I’m from San Diego, California, but moved to New York in 2010 to start up my business, then I came to India in 2013 for some time.

I came to India in July to promote my software M-Bankster, a software that would help people transfer money electronically. First I went to Mumbai, the industrial capital of this country, but I was advised to start from smaller markets, I had choices between Ahmedabad and Indore, I chose Ahmedabad.

India is a flourish market and if I could have launched my product here, successfully, I would have had a good foundation for my corporation. Little did I know. January 3rd, radioactive zombies started walking the earth and infecting people.

Now, I’m stuck inside my house and have been advised not to leave. Lucky for me I rented this studio apartment last month, and now the landlord is dead. I shopped for ample provisions a couple of days ago, and I think I might survive a couple of weeks. Depends how much I consume. Thanks to municipal corporations, they sealed the water plants and set them to automatic before abandoning them, so the water still runs the tap, but I have stored some anyway.

I’ve always been a writer, so instead of making a video blog, I decided to write a text blog while I’m stuck here. Text data loads quickly and anyone can access it quicker than videos. Also, I have a lot of time to waste, so might keep myself busy with long posts, though, I’m trying not spend all my internet data so, I’m using is cautiously. It’s been roughly few days since I last updated about the problem going on with the nuclear zombies. Turns out they were a bigger threat than we thought them to be. It all started last month on a lower level and half of the world population has fallen prey to the undead now.

I had a call from my brother Nicholas last night, he told me the world has fallen. Nik is my adopted brother, he’s African-American, or black if you wanna put it that way. The words have always seem to escape, since he’s not African, he’s 100% American, yet I have to call him ‘African-America.’ Although he calls me ‘Nigga’ and I do the same, it’s a brotherly thing and no stereotypes or racism come between us. He’s seven years older than me and my role-model. After collecting his PhD in micro-biology, he went to join the Air force, an odd choice I thought it was at that time, but now it seems he made a right one.

 These creatures are being researched on, all they have concluded so far is that zombies are strong, but not strong enough to smash through buildings, or may they still haven’t tried that yet, they can run, if they knew how to swim before they turned they can swim, same goes with rock climber zombies. Nik told me the dead poses the qualities of their living selves and have gained some few new. The worst part is, they are not our resident evil zombies or Walking dead walkers. They are radioactive, you come into close contact with them and you’ll be infected, it just takes a couple of seconds, and you are turned by next few hours.

Roads are a chaos, people tried to escape, but zombies were faster than their cars. I have seen uncountable car wrecks on the highway from my apartment window. Now the six lane road is so much crowded by crashed cars that there’s no activity left. Two days ago, a trucker tried to pave his way through the wreck, only to be attacked by some biters and falling prey to them.

Nik told they eat any meat they can get, but as soon as it starts to rot (turn into a zombie) they leave. When a radioactive creature is over you biting through your guts, radioactive exposure is too much to turn you within a minute or two. That’s the reasons, there are so many zombies out there, and hunting for fresh prey. Animals have turned too. Although to a relief, it’s only limited to mammals, reptiles die from the exposure and do birds. Bats would have been a great threat, but they are nowhere to be found. On 27th of December, a huge Bat migration was noted all over the world. How big? They covered the whole sky over Cairo, turning day into night.

Nicholas called me on December 29, telling me not to go out for New Year’s celebrations and collect provision. I questioned him, but he advised me not to and told me it is code red. So, I did as he told me, bought some booze from a five star hotel. Booze is illegal in this state, though you can get permitted booze if you have a permit or a foreign passport, and then there are always the bootleggers.

I celebrated my new year’s eve with beer and Jasmine, an English girl I met at local KFC. She’s been working here at a call center, we met in August. Being the only two white people in the room, I decided to talk to her, we talked, shared a meal, and became friends.

She had plans with her Indian colleagues on the New Year’s Eve, but decided to abandon them for me. We drank, kissed, fucked and slept. It started all innocent, but the booze took over, and before I realized we took it too further. I called Silvia and decided to tell her after Jasmine left the next day. She broke up with me over Skype. I didn’t wanted to do this, but loneliness, beer and a bottle of Jack got the best of me. I shouldn’t have done it, I’m sorry Silvia, and you too Jasmine. Now, I can’t contact either of them their phones are dead.

Nicholas was alarmed when he called last, the American government is calling troops back from everywhere in the world. They are all being tested in radioactive cells and the ones who pass are being sent to war fleets, same goes with every other Army on the planet. If Nik is right, nineteen of the twenty-one biggest warships on the planet are heading towards Brazil.

It seems leaders have abandoned us commoners, I saw Obama’s speech yesterday on TV. He asked Americans “not to panic, stay safe and inside the houses, help is coming.” I called few of my pals back in New Jersey, only Chance and Kate answered, and no help has reached them yet, nor to anyone else the States. Same goes with India, Indian Prime minister made the same statements, but it’s a chaos on the streets.

TV is still running, re-runs, fresh episodes, News channels though seem to be going back in the 50s. There are no live footages from the roads, they seem to be telecasting from the studios. All singing the same tale to stay calm and inside your houses.

Nik warned me not be a hero or try to escape, it’d be no good. Looking at the conditions, I don’t think I have much chance to leave either. Although, yesterday I had a call from my neighbor Ranveer. He’s six feet tall and athletic, he helped me shopping the provisions and took my advice and has stocked provisions for himself as well. It’s the two of us and two families in the whole building, others are out there and no one has returned.

As he tells me, there’s a Rolls-Royce showroom a couple of miles away from here. They have a Phantom and a Ghost on display. He says, if we could start those cars we might have a chance to barge into an estate west from here, the owner might have a chopper docked. When I asked him why a Rolls-Royce, he said Royce people don’t believe in aerodynamics, so they make cars with heavy engines and strong bodies, according to him the paint on the cars is “anti-radiation paint” and the glasses are strong too. The chassis might survive rough driving, as well.

I asked him how sure was he about the chopper and he said fifty percent, but assured me if we couldn’t find a chopper there, we can always return to our apartment building and lock the door again or run for the airport, which is 30 miles away from here. Plan seems crazy and I’m not up for it ‘cause of what Nik advised me. But, it might work, ‘cause if the main roads are jammed full of wrecked or abandoned cars, the roads inside are free to have a derby. Thanks to a huge lot of foolish people who thought it’d be a great idea to make it from the main roads.

 It seems too much heroic and stupid. I told him if he could get some weapons, we might try but otherwise it was a no. Nik told me zombies won’t die with bullets, you can set them afire, though. I asked him they might burst, right since they are radioactive, he said they just burn but one could do better to stay away from the smoke as it might contain the infection. Ranveer decided to go down and steal gasoline from all the cars in the parking lot, now we have twenty gallons gasoline, two gallons of diesel and he has thirty Molotov cocktails ready. Sooner or later, I’ll have to move, I might eat like a beggar and might survive for a month. But, once I’ve exhausted everything, what will happen then? I’ll have to choose to die of hunger, or die of radiation. Either way, I’m dying. All my life I have been quite dull, boring and calm. If I’m dying, I’m going out with a bang. During normal days, it might sound all crazy, but when you know you are about to die, crazy thoughts cover your head and you wanna do craz—

1st January, 2014.

It's the new year, world's a huge party. Everyone forgot what happened last month. On 7th of December, Sun released a minor solar flare, nothing to be alarmed about, but everything to be alarmed about. The flare hit the planet and there was a blackout for a few seconds through out the earth. I stumbled upon the news and discovered the solar flare hit the nuclear reactors hard, especially the one's in Africa.

NUR reactor in Algeria got the worst of it when the flares reacted with nuclear material, even down below, something went wrong. The radiation turned out to be too much to handle for the people around. UN has sealed off the site and 50 kilometer of radius too, reasons unknown. What's more annoying is that, no one wants the news to go out, may be it's a meltdown going on in there, may be something else. Journalists aren't allowed anywhere near the perimeter sealed of with a giant dome of some metal. UN heads don't wanna talk about it.

It bugs me, but there's something about it that's not right. Or may be I was just thinking too much, or that's what I thought until I came across something last week. The UN soldiers who went in never returned, may be they are dead, or so was it considered. Until General Barryman Olsen came out walking. He bit his fellow soldiers and they started acting weird, it seemed something like rabies. General and his victims were acting like, may be zombies? Whatever it may be but the situation was taken care of when the infected people were Euthanised and the site of NUR reactor was "taken care of."

This is just a picture from the new show Sleepy Hollow. But, it represents a lot. Like how the person with a gun isn't a Muslim or Christian, an American or Russian. Person with a weapon is just Death.