Chapter 1

Yeah, that's what I felt too when I went to the hospital. Something just felt skinned for some reason, couldn't put my finger on it, felt like I lost a better part of myself at that mysterious hospital. It just feels short...poor cat. Poor Karl.

Besides feeling skewered throughout the rest of my life, it isn't all bad.

This chapter of this blog is called FUBAR.

FUBAR if you didn't know is an abbreviation created by Jarheads which stands for 'F**ke Up Beyond Repair'.

Picture yourself in this truely, really and freakishly FUBAR situation.

It's 2230 (I was tempted to put 5xxx, but let's be realistic, we all die by then), it's 2230, Malaysia is the the primary hub for biological experiments for medical purposes. All sorts of biological test and experiments are being held on animals and human alike to find cure for all sorts on sickness and diseases. Somehow (knowing our Tidak Apa attitude that sadly has no cure for) created a virus that turn people into rage, meat-eating zombies by accident (benifit of a doubt).

Let's choose KL City as Ground Zero. The place where this whole FUBAR situation started. People screaming, men, women, children, your grandad whose on wheel chair started becoming a little too bitey for comfort. Like a domino effect, one by one everyone started becoming zombies within minutes. Let's jump to a few weeks later.

KL City is devasted. Efforts by the government and the military to contain this epidemic obviously had failed. The virus has spreaded out from KL City into the outer areas. Damansara and Subang (notice why i choose popular suburbs) was the first to go down, everyone turned into zombies. You however (well of course it had to be you), were one of the few survivors that was able to escape from the devasted areas. You are being plagued by image of your parents and your pet dog chasing and running after you. They ran very fast, in packs like wild dogs, seconds past the crowd of deranged zombies chasing after you grew larger. One of them happened to be your girlfriend, how sad.

But anyway, you made it out of that area by means that I do not know. You survived okay, you should be happy. On the way to seek refuge in a more outskirt area, let's say Puchong. You stumbled into other survivors as well. One by one, you found and the followed you. By now, most part of KL is empty and deserted. Those who was able to take a flight away to another country lived, those who was slow...well became zombies.

Being the lead person, you decided that it would be best to find an empty house, fortify it, salvage as much food/water/clothing/weapons to wait this out. You found a nice bungalow in BK6, though there were a few zombies lurking around, you manage to kill some of them with a pile of wood that appeared from no where. So now, you and 6 other survivors started fortify the house with wood or anything sturdy and rigid. The house is finally fortified, a fort so high and impenetrable.

But what you didn't notice that a few clicks away, zombies picked up your trail. They somehow manage to communicate to each other by making stupid noises. You and your other survivors were unaware of the impending doom that is a horde of zombies moving into your safe-house. It's not till late evening that one of the survivors spotted the horde of zombies walking aimlessly and lost until they find something that interest them. Let's call the spotter Avi, Avi came running at you, panic and shouting that the zombies are coming and that's about it, what more is there to say? You're confuse on how you may have led the zombies like the way you lead your first group of survivors to their doom. But no one has to know that.

The horde is coming closer, you can hear them..moaning like stupid drunk co-eds in Rawang you saw the day before. You and 6 other survivors, no weapons except kitchen utensils and something that resembles a car jack. You're in a FUBAR situation know. The real question is now, what do you do?

Do you think you have time to run out of the house and deeper into a nearby woods hoping that zombies don't like trees like obese people? Do you take a stand and attack every single zombies that mow through the doors and window? What will you do?

And no, this is not inspired by Left 4 Dead.