My name is Murray Maynard.
I am a survivor of the apocalypse.
On November 2nd 1991, a new drug called Fosinopril was trialled for patients with primary hypertension.
results were successful, and systemic arterial blood pressure was
markedly reduced in almost all subjects, showing no obvious side
Upon the death of the subject, the
dormant chemical reacted violently with human tissue since the immune
system could not fight back. This unforseeable complication created
muscle cells that could function entirely anaerobically... amongst other
Before 'infected' corpses underwent rigor mortis, fading brain functions restarted bodily motion...
Essentially, the dead came back to life.
Only low level brain funtion remained. That of a hungry animal. A hungry, flesh-eating animal.
'walkers' started attacking farm animals, but soon turned their
attention to the protective farmers, and inevitably developed a taste
for human flesh.
Things were still to worsen, though. Another
symptom of this unfortunate reaction caused saliva to induce a similar
state in living hosts...
One bite. One bite, and you become
Sounds like something out of a film doesn't it?
living dead started off few in number, but one would bite two, two
would bite four, and so on, until 99% of the worlds population was
either infected or dinner.
I am in the 1% that has avoided 'the horde'.
I have been trained, since birth, by my parents, to prevent being infected or even noticed by the zombies.
This blog is my survival guide.
You can learn my techniques.
But for now, I must go... They're drawn towards the light.