violentpatriot

The results of my last SG blog entry surprised me. I expected to be condemned by the Survivors community but instead I received almost a dozen replies from other females saying that they would be glad to be my sex slave as long as I would come rescue them. One of the replies was even from a rather attractive female isolated out in Austrailia.

This...
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I feel as if I must have given SG the impression that the Zombie Apocalypse is nothing but suffering and desperation in an attempt just to stay alive.

I assure you that in my case it is anything but this [except for the occasions when I am forced to leave the lodge].

August 7th was my birthday and I decided to treat myself to something...
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My apologies for not posting a while on the Survivors Guide (SG). Unlike many bloggers on SG who suddenly stop posting I can assure you that me and the girls are still very much alive.

The day after I last posted we had a perimeter breach and a zombie was in our immediate area directly to the front of the house. I am not sure...
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Day Five

When no one returned to house by the next morning I low crawled back to the vehicle and changed gear. I dropped the ghillie suit, grabbed the Smith and Wesson M&P AR, put on my .45 and mich helmet and switched to my combat kit of a plate carrier and a full load of magazine. I walked back to my overwatch position, careful...
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Day Four Overwatch

I woke the next morning to hear the daughter opening the stable doors. I scanned the lodge grounds and no vehicles had returned while I slept. The daughter rode out of the stable on a large gorgeous chestnut colored horse, a rifle slung to her back, her long brunette hair tied in a pony tail. Through my scope I could see a...
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Day Three Overwatch

At about eight this morning the father and the oldest son loaded into the pickup and drove down the half mile private road towards to what I can only suspect was town. Again both of them carried rifles with them. By early evening there was still no return of the vehicle and the remainder occupants of the house were clearly upset. The...
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Through the morning the best I could tell is there were two families staying at the lodge or one extended family. A large, in shape male, in his upper forties, with his wife and three kids all teenagers. Two sons and a daughter. He appeared to be the lodge owner, or at least live there full time, as he busied himself with the lodge moving...
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Three Rivers Lodge was a luxury hunting and fishing lodge built for high end clients. Located on 4200+ acres of pristine wilderness connecting to a national forest it is an ideal location. The main lodge, a 10,000 square foot mansion with its three story rectangular shape, sat atop a wooded hill overlooking world class fly fishing and a gateway to well managed western hunting to...
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I bugged out just about two weeks before the Great Panic. I started preparing for the bug out a week before that. The internet and news reports were escalating in their frequency about a new virus overseas and how it was contagious, hostile and deadly. They were calling it a new strain of rabies that only infected primates yet the CDC and other doctors and...
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I will tell of the first time I ever encountered a zombie.

I was on the highway pulling down a sign for Three Rivers Lodge this exit. As I pulled up to the sign and got out of the vehicle, a lone figure spotted me from across a field. He turned and looked at me and immediately started running towards me at full speed. It...
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