Hello everyone and welcome to the Eye in the Zky. This is my first...erm…episode? I guess it’s called that. Well whatever, it’s not like any grammar nazi’s survived the apocalypse, or we will soon find out when one starts bitching about my misspelling of sky…

Anyways, I really should have started this sooner. PODCAST, yes, that’s what it is called. Wait no, it’s a Broadcast??? Maybe…

Ahem.

Basically, this podcast thingy is a diary of what I’ve been up to, well more specifically what I’ve been watching in the past four years…Barring all the porn and gifs and whatnot else the internet gladly entertained me in my many many hours of solitude.

I, for these past four years, have been given a VIP seat to the apocalypse, which in all fairness is pretty awesome, apart from being stuck in a high tech bunker in the middle of I don’t know god where with me myself and I…

You’re probably wondering why I’ve been given this VIP seat. Well it’s because I joined the American Military in the reserve force as some computer…systems officer or something. It’s been a while, I’ve forgotten the actual name of the job; just know it’s literally me sitting in front of a computer doing surveillance and communication things.

I was flown out, drugged and woken up in my chair having no idea where I was. I do know where I am now, but telling you that might not be a good idea for my safety…

Thanks to getting that job, I’ve somehow mostly sort of dodged the whole, apocalypse thing and have pretty much just been watching the show, helping here and there…where my level four clearance allows.

Oh wait, I’m level five now, almost forgot about that and that is how I can now broadcast this shit to all you survivors through fm, am, any kind of radio shit that’s out there.

Yeah, I’m not some computer whiz or genius hacker, so I was only given level one clearance when I got the job. Though when the apocalypse started I was immediately upgraded to level four.

Wow…it took me four years to crack access to level five, damn even with the entire level four information, that took a hell of a long time.

Anyways, thanks to my job, I’ve been living here for the past four years doing…well…nothing much really; just watching shit go down.

Hey, did you know Pornhub actually tells you when you’ve watched every video on its database…yeah that was a sad day…

Moving on. Erm, I don’t know where I should really start with recounting my story. I guess the most logical is to start with day one

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I remember it like it was yesterday…well no I don’t but it adds to the dramatic effect. I did thankfully take various lengthy notes in a diary depicting my life, as well as video recordings of what I was seeing thanks to technology, so it’ll be pretty accurate where I can be bothered to look up the data.

Anyways, it was mid August four years ago, when the universities were starting up in America and all those hopeful little shits were saying byes to teary eyed parents who knew they were watching their children walk into what would be a few years of drunken hell.

I can confirm that to be so fucking true.

What does this have to do with me? Well that was actually my second day on the job. Yep, the apocalypse started on my second day at work. What a fucking induction to work week that was, jeeesh.

At least I had day one to figure out where my desk was and set up my desktop background as well as be told to turn it back to a government approved background…

Luckily the apocalypse happened before my superior could have another look at an almost nude Rias Gremory Cosplay background…yeah that’s still proudly my background.

God I’m getting off track here.

So apparently my first job as part of the Military was to keep surveillance on Miss Callie…something from California. Yeah, I didn’t bother to remember the last name.

She was this third time removed cousin of President Sanders or close enough, and since some Trumpers didn’t agree with the new presidency, the military had to give a little ‘protection’ to those related to the president.

So of course the job to unsuspectingly babysit her landed on my ass. What a fucking fine first job…

To be fair, it could have been a lot more dull; my job was literally to watch a freshman at the University of Michigan, and a girl at that. I was nineteen, I’d watched a lot of college porn, fancy ideas were coming to mind and you know, I was thinking that maybe this job could be not so boring.

Yeah, now that I think about that…I was given legal rights to watch someone’s life…for their protection…but still, pretty scary thinking that you can have surveillance on you anywhere and everywhere.

So now that I’ve set the scene, sort of, let’s get down to the actual story:

Callie’s arrival was pretty much the same soppy shit that happened in the movies; with the parents giving her teary eyed hugs, kisses and embarrassing her, but she deals with it because she knows that she’ll be free of them within a few minutes.

But then they help her take her stuff to her room and persist on staying with her to settle her in, you know, the usual overprotective never want to let go parents.

It was really quite amusing to watch her squirm as she tried to unlatch her clingy parents from her. Though she finally did, after her roommate walked in; but that was only because the parents had to turn around to defend her from the person she is going to be living with for the year.

Ah, Butch. Can’t believe I still remember that chick.

Butch was this tall, light-skinned, muscly girl with half a shaven head and aquamarine hair; the look also supported by a bull ring through the nose and multiple studs in ear and lip. She always wore a tank top and jeans which to be fair didn’t look too bad on her. I have no idea what her actual name was, but Butch was the nickname I gave her, for a good reason.

This is one of those points where you expect me to say that actually Butch was real sweet and gooey on the inside unlike her rough appearance…she was as rough as she looked.

Man, the more I think about it, the more I remember that almost comedic scene of the parents clinging back on their daughter saying something, till she pretty much threw them out the door, or they ran away from Butch, still not quite sure which. Anyways, the two of them just sort of awkwardly nodded to eachother before going about their own business.

That’s the one thing I didn’t like and still don’t like about this job; everything’s bloody silent, because it’s just cameras, no microphones. So I have to infer a lot of shit, or just learn to lip read, which I’m getting better at mind you but it’s still a bitch to do.

So I’m telling you about Butch, because she actually is kind of important…somehow. I mean, she lives past day one, so kudos to her, but anyways that’s spoiling the story whoops!

The first day of University was as one would expect; stalls of societies vying to get you to join while silly little freshmen walk about wide eyed and completely lost. Although quite a few still have parents with them at this point. Not Callie though, she luckily dodged the bullet of being dogged by the parents.

Any Englishman who is listening probably just went ‘oho, really’ in their dirty little minds…or maybe that’s just me….look I’ve been alone four years, don’t blame me.

Where was..ah yes. So Callie goes across the stalls, grabbing literally tonnes of fliers from this and that, while stopping a little longer at some of the more female-oriented stalls; such as the singing or dancing, or all girls yoga…Well I can assure you those girls did help eachother bend…

Ah, I really haven’t told you about Callie did I? Whoops, kind of important don’t you think?

Well Callie is an average sized white Blonde, with big tits and a pretty good ass, as well as a nice waist line. I mean I could talk about her nice looking face, but I’m terrible at descriptions and it wouldn’t do her face justice. Just know she looked quite pretty.

Basically, think of your average blonde American babe…pretty much sums her up. Yeah, I really started to roll my eyes at Callie and her decisions and just the way she acted from about minute one.

Ok, so back to the story.

She stayed longer at what would be quite obviously the…is political correctness still a thing? Well guess not since humanities pretty much wiped out. Whatever. They were basically lesbian gatherings, which were strangely enough a thing. I mean sex was kind of a social thing back then and especially in University.

So she signed up to a couple of things in the end, the lesbian yoga being one of them. I wasn’t actually sure if she was aware of it, but then again, the way she was playing with her tits at that stall for some reason? Probably talking about stretch marks or something…or not…

All in all, my second day at the job had started out pretty boring; just watching a possibly lesbian freshman going about her business. Though at that time, the idea of watching a bit of girl on girl was a little imaginative benefit so I was feeling a little more hopeful about tonight.

I was hopeful about tonight, because like quite a few Universities, freshmen end up getting invited to house parties and whatnot on the first day, if not for quite a few more days, simply because they’re awesome or hot.

Callie was the latter and I swear some hunky dude caught her on the way out of the stalls giving her a sort of leaflet to his house party or something.

So yeah, you can tell where this story is going.

She goes back to dorms, says hi to Butch, who is unpacking a home gym.

I don’t remember a lot of things about the past, but watching a woman unpacking a gym into her room, and like a proper I’m going to lift 100kg type of gym. That stays in my memory.

A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

Watching her undress, Callie, god no not Butch, was still exciting for me. I mean come on; she’s still a hot woman, even if she’s blonde.

Oh yeah, for the record; I don’t find blondes attractive any which way whatsoever, though them stripping is still pretty hot to watch…

SO, while she went to the bathroom, I looked away, because that’s not my gig, nu uh.

I think I was having a conversation with one of my new surveillance buddies, erm…Marc? I don’t really remember, only really knew him for a day and a bit.

Oh right, forgot to tell you; there were three of us in the ‘surveillance room’. We all had to keep watch of a different person, for different reasons and for some reason we all had to work in the same space, because government budget or something as stupid as that.

No idea what the conversation was about, though I do remember we ended up switching screens, to his disgust and my bliss.

Mary de Lorraine, may your fiery naked beauty remain burned within my mind for eternity.

She is dead though, died night one, killed by her secret lover. That sucked, but at least I didn’t have to watch it, when it happened at least.

So, yeah, swapping screens was technically, well literally illegal, since we did sign a contract to keep our watch secret and whatnot else…but put young men into a room with cameras on hot women, it’s bound to happen.

Moving away from my criminal offense, not that it really matters anymore, I continued to watch Callie as she dressed into what I would name slut wear.

Well, slut wear sounds a bit harsh, but mini denim shorts that don’t cover her ass and a crop top…that’s what a few years back used to be what ‘sluts’ would wear, but for some reason that became the main fashion for women….not that I’m complaining at being able to see more.

But then again, if I had a girlfriend, I really wouldn’t want her to be wearing the equivalent of just more than a bikini so that everyone can ogle no matter how comfortable she feels about it.

One of the good things about the apocalypse I think; women no longer care about showing themselves because they believe their nudity is the way they’ll get respect and equality from men…they’ve got bigger problems on their mind.

So apart from frowning at her choice of clothing, or lack thereof as I had noted the lack of bra, I was still having a mostly normal day of a freshman just moving in.

But then starts the partying. I do say ‘but then’, however the partying is kind of normal too.

It was just your average house party with those big red plastic cups, crappy alcohol with the good stuff being poured into the hot girls’ drinks. Especially those with little clothing on such as Callie, who within about an hour maybe? I don’t really remember well, I just know it was pretty early into the party. She had somehow been fed so much drink she was latched onto a random guy, well the guy who invited her earlier so only half random, tongue, legs and arms.

Barring the memory of him trying his best to carry her up the stairs while trying to take off her clothes in absolute failure, we reach the part where they reach his room and start to get it on, or take it off whatever you want to say.

I didn’t really like cams back then, and still don’t really like them, so I had actually looked away when they were having sex. I think I was actually watching some Nation Z or something because I really didn’t need to watch overly drunken sex.

Luckily my neighbor in watching was actually busy watching my screen again and about five minutes in he actually nudged me pretty hard.

As in the nudge was hard, not him…maybe.

Looking up had made my night, in a strange sadistic and horrific manner;

Callie was pressing hard onto this guy’s chest with her hands, while he just lay there unmoving.

Took me a second or two to notice the vomit covering his chest and face, and another small while to notice he wasn’t breathing, or that it wasn’t his vomit.

That’s why I said it made my night in some strange manner; the guy had choked on the Callie’s vomit, karma for pretty much force feeding her alcohol to the point where she pretty literally cannot walk.

Though it was still horrifying to watch someone die due to choking on someone else’s vomit. I mean I felt slightly sick, but imagine what Callie felt, especially as she was still straddling him and he was unmoving.

But only just for a second.

That had scared the shit out of all four of us; us three guys and Callie.

The dude just woke up; like bolted up kind of thing, mouth open, eyes crazy and hands grasping violently.

We just thought he was pissed at being almost killed by her vomit. That was until he tried to bite her only missing by her falling back screaming, silently due to it being only video, and crashing to the ground blood spattering across the floor as his head bashed on one of the side masts for the bed.

I would say a blood covered babe would not turn me on, but I confess that I had my first boner for blondes that day…

Anyways, watching the guy die again was pretty surreal for all of us and Marc or whoever he was actually dialed someone while I watched; pretty dumbstruck at the whole situation.

At least I wasn’t the only one who was confused to high hell about the situation; Callie, naked and covered in blood and a bit of brain fluid just looked drunkenly at the dead body, clawing at her skin in possibly one of those ‘it’s just a dream’ moments.

Yeah, it wasn’t a dream sadly, or happily, I’m still not quite sure.

So Callie ran out the room, naked mind you, to call for help, when reality kind of gave everyone a kick in the balls.

Right, so you probably don’t understand how I had such good vision on Callie all the time.

Well that’s because I got to use a zooming lens on a satellite, which meant that I could see through any window, and luckily it was quite the windowy house.

Ah, this reality thing…well it was the apocalypse to put it simply. In more detail; the zombie apocalypse.

When she opened that door, the first thing we all saw was some girl getting eaten out, literally, by the stairs. That put me off all zombie Halloween porn for a long time. Still watched it though, I mean I was bored c’mon.

Anyways, she ran down the stairs and across the house in one of those very movie-like moments; where shit is going down all around the main character but they somehow just dodge everything.

Yeah, she somehow made it unscathed outside and starts running towards some shitty little copse of trees by the river…and then she trips.

I mean who trips on the air? Mind you she was drunk, but in a life or death situation, tripping on thin air really would kill you.

And like clockwork, a frothing at the mouth undead student came running towards her screaming, naked ass until it was hit by a big car or truck or whatever those big vehicles are.

…I mean if a zombie apocalypse is happening around you and you’re a naked hot girl, drunk mind you, would you jump into a truck full of quite drunken guys?

Well she did, I mean I probably would’ve too at that moment but still not the best idea in hindsight.

Especially so because they drove her to the lake and then proceeded to rape her.

I know right! Hell of a twist of events for her first night at university and my second night at work, I was kind of scarred so just imagine how she felt.

So yes, they took to the lake and raped her, maybe because they were pretty drunk but also because a zombie apocalypse just started.

Although due to the fact that the one by her mouth held out a blooded knife, maybe it was because of the apocalypse.

…Seriously, I mean a tiny part of me would understand if they raped her in like day one hundred of not seeing another human being…but on night one. Night one!?

I mean you can usually tell which ones are going to survive the apocalypse; this lot sure as hell weren’t going to, since instead of running away and getting supplies and shit…they pick up a girl and rape her. Talk about priorities or just loss of hope.

SO yeah, that happened. But the rape just wasn’t the end of it or of her and I kind of believed at that point that it was the end of her…

The dude with the knife made the bad idea of putting his dick in her mouth…

Seriously, even though it’s been four years since that happened, I still can’t get over the fact that he was such a dumbass as to put one of the weakest part of his body inside one of the strongest and sharpest bit of her body.

You can guess what happened next.

Yeah…that gave a whole new meaning to swallowing…

But even better; he actually dropped his knife close to her hand which didn’t end well for any of them.

Now there were four of them; one in the driver’s seat, the one by her mouth and two down below.

The two down below did not expect her to sit up, much less for a knife to enter their faces in quick succession.

I’ve always been kind of a cold hearted bastard, so seeing her murder those dicks was a little entertaining, though I kind of got distracted by real life; zombies weren’t just at Michigan University.

I’ll tell you about that in the next episode, podcast series or whatever the fuck you call it. I’m going to have a nice rib-eye steak, since the government packs that shit, mmm, This Eye is in the Zky will keep a watching and will be loud and clear soon for you to spend time reminiscing with.