Journal:Rael Wolfsblood

August, 8, 2006

On my way to find supporters, one incident happened... A bad one...

I awoke this morning calmly, I had gotten used to sleeping in the old factory. My eyes widened with awe as I saw a flare emerge flying straight up. I grabbed my supplies and ran outside. Quickly took note of where the shot was fired from, and began my approach to it. Although, after a few minutes of walking I came across a few zombies swaying on the street. "Huh, must've run out of energy," I muttered and tagged a few of them. Then it happened. One of them suddenly grabbed me from behind and clawed at me. I wrestled away from it and ran desperatly to the only place I knew. The factory. Unfortunatly, I believe it followed me. I can't check, but I hear slamming sounds coming from the barricades. Mabye its in my head. I have no time to continue writing and must prepare to run should they get in... I don't know where to go. I'm quite tired from the fear and I don't know what to do. Please send help! I do not know how long I will last, theres no more time to keep writing. I've sent out a signal using the remains of the Radio I used earlier. Lord I hope someone hears me...

--Rael Wolfsblood 01:12, 8 August 2006 (BST)

August, 7, 2006

I came to Malton for a reason, and I'm not gonna let some god-damn zombies ruin my work...

I awoke to the sun shining through the broken windows of the factory. I had survived the night, thankfully. It took a few moments to realize where the hell I was... Then I knew. ----------(Can't say, "they" might be reading). How did I run so far? My head was swimming with blurry thoughts of the previous night. Had I really killed someone? I couldn't remember, but one thing was for certain, I needed to know where those zombies were at all times, so I grabbed my extractor, and headed out...

"Jesus." I mouthed silently as I stared at the broken down buildings, terrified. "What in god's name happened?" I whispered once more expecting an answer. Then I began to wonder if I would get 'any' answers. Moving through the streets quickly I stole the locations of several zombies. "Wow, this thing is handy, quiet and they can't even feel a thing, I think I'm getting the hang of this," I said chuckling slightly. Bad move...

Obsessed about my own accomplishment, I didn't see it approach, and for some strange reason, I think it knew. Suddenly I felt its grab on my shoulder, I fought hard and pushed it down. While it lay there, trying to struggle its way back to its feet, I swung with the pipe. Blood sprayed everywhere. Then the worst-of-the-worst possible things happened. The abomination howled. Not like a wolf or cyote, but a loud tortured howl, like a person on the verge of death. The sound of footsteps encircled me. I didn't care to see the group that might feast on my corpse, so I ran again, back to the factory. Twisting through the streets like a snake, I reached and slammed the iron-reinforced doors...

I sat and watched the sky, its strange clouds hovering above, like a city safe from the dark happenings below. Flares emerged from behind the buildings, and I knew there were other survivors. I leaned down, over the edge of one of the windows. The monsters had left, and I was safe again. Tonight, I would find some others, hopefully I would live that long...

--Rael Wolfsblood 01:47, 7 August 2006 (BST)

August, 6, 2006

This is the journal of Rael Wolfsblood, assistant to a few lead scientists at the NecroTech labs. Or atleast... I was.

Well... Lets go to the beggining. I was sitting calmly at my desk doing a bit of research when suddenly, Walker Smith (He works in the mailroom a few floors below mine) burst through the elevator screaming his head off. We had no clue what was going on. Then they came. Almost a hundred of 'em, tearing through the glass on the lower floors. People began to scream, even I had to cover my mouth in terror, frozen there. 'What is going on?' I asked myself as I quickly locked down my station. 'Terrorists?! Is that it?' I asked again, as if expecting an answer... No. It wasn't terrorists. If that was all, I'd probably be home, nice and comfortable. Well, After a few moments someone shouted, "What the hell! They're biting the workers!" Thats when the real havoc ensued. Everyone began crowding out of the building (A few even tried leaping out of windows). I was caught in the rush and fell over, hitting my head on my desk...

I awoke to darkness. Night had fallen and I could barely see anything, except the strange shadows moving through the building. Glass was shattered, screams echoed through the streets, cars were overturned, and I was alone. One of the shadows stared at me suddenly, its eyes like black holes sucking out my soul. I ran. I could hear the monsters footsteps following me. I can't remember how far I ran even. After a few hours I reached an area pretty dark and empty. I was alright, for now. I found myself lodged in one of the Factories in Malton. It had very few things of use, a lead pipe, a completely broken radio. Well, it is now. I tried to send out a distress signal to anyone that heard me... But I don't think it reached human ears...

I lied down on the cold grating and used my hands as a pillow (However inneffective it was). Then I heard it, a rattling sound in the corner. It was one of them, a past refugee lodged inside with me. It gazed at me hungrily, but I wouldn't die that soon. So I grabbed that crappy radio and tossed it at the beast, shattering it to bits, as well as its moldy skull. I carried the body out of the building (Well, dropped it out of a window accually), and went to sleep, huddled in the dark, praying tommorow I would find help...

--Rael Wolfsblood 20:06, 6 August 2006 (BST)