Journal:Rena Ryugu
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Tuesday, 11th of December of 2007
Malton... "Picturesque city from the deep, nearly unvisited regions of England". The travel agency leaflet was innocent enough. Its inhabitants showed no signs of innocence. After arriving here the 9th of December at approximately 6 o'clock in the evening European time, I have realized that I have moved out of a nightmare (Hinamizawa) to step into yet another one, an even worse one. I needed two days to realize of the truth about this place. The city is desolated, and most of its citizens certainly don't look like having too much colour in their cheeks. This place spells Hell and Doom for those stupid enough for wandering into the streets unarmed.
But they won't get me. They will never get to taste my flesh. I have made sure of that. After remaining hidden for two days, it is time to claim my right to live. If I stay hidden more time, I will end up becoming one of them. One of those monsters, or even worse, one of the insane citizens that kill anything in sight. I don't want to be a serial killer again. Not after so many years recovering from the horror in Hinamizawa.
Today, I have snatched a fire axe from the fire station near my home, together with some firearms and equipment at the police department a few streets away. I have swore myself that anything that dares to attack me is gonna die, no matter what. It is them or I, and I don't intend to die. I promised Keiichi and Rika. I can't let them down.
Wednesday, 12th of December of 2007
An idiot broadcasted a martial law announcement early in the morning today. He said something about killing everyone who wasn’t from a group called DK13. I asked the radio operator to say in my behalf, that the dog that barks does not bite. On the other hand, I am worried of them coming to raid the place I am hiding in. I decided that I would rest for a bit more, then try to stock on First Aid Kits at the nearest hospital and get the hell out of there and towards a safer zone when I still have the chance. I don’t want to risk myself getting into a mess with organized groups of crazy citizens.
At night, I decided to go out of the police station and look for a safer suburb... But now, lost in the middle of Edgecombe, with the cold wind blowing on my face and the fear-inspiring groans and moans coming from everywhere, I realize that I have committed a big mistake, that I have trudged away from safety... To summarize, I have signed my own death condemn. The only thing I can pray for is that those rumours about the existence of a medicine that can turn zombies back to human are true. That, and that I don’t do something as ‘one of them’ that I repent of as a human.
Please forgive me, Keiichi...
(Some of this page is stained in blood.)
Saturday, 15th of December of 2007
This night, I felt as if I woke up from a long dream. The last thing I remember is falling on the snow, exhausted, then groans coming from everywhere before everything sank into complete silence...
I am pretty sure I was one of them for a while. My hands are stained in dry blood, and in my mouth still remains the flavour of fresh human meat. But somehow, I managed to come back from the clutches of Death. It was like... waking up from a long sleep. It seems that those rumours about a serum that turns zombies back to human are true.
Wandering for a while around the streets of Edgecombe, I noticed that practically all of the buildings around my location were barricaded by all possible accesses. After cursing anyone who wanted to listen for around five minutes, I kept wandering about the streets. I was starting to think that my travel back from the grave would be too brief for me to enjoy it. Then, like a lost traveler in the middle of the desert, I found an oasis. That oasis was an still accessible police station at the northeast.
Almost exhausted from walking without trajectory, with my body full of open wounds and my clothes dirty in blood, I finally set foot inside a safe place to sleep. I remember I cried my eyes off before finally falling asleep, thanking any gods that wanted to listen... If there are any.
Late in the night, a zombie broke the police station's barricades and tried to get in. Thankfully, it was just one, and the people inside disposed of it quickly, easily rebuilding the barricade. The sound of the barricades breaking woke me up, and made me feel afraid that some large horde had targetted us. At the same time, the look of that zombie's rotten, decayed face made me feel sad for the person he probably was once. If I could only know more about that serum that turns zombies back to human... But I am just a regular girl. I have no scientific knowledge, so, for now, I must think only in my own survival.
Sunday, 16th of December of 2007
Today things are being rather normal at the police station. No zombie tried to break it after that single one who came late in the night yesterday. In fact, things were getting a bit bored around the place, so I decided to get out and explore my surroundings.
The suburb was pretty dull. Graffitis, snow... Pretty much empty. But then, I found a lone zombie roaming around the streets. It looked as if it was staring blankly into space. What a loser! I grabbed my cleaver, decapytated that idiot and walked back to the department with his head. I must recognize that it would look nice as a paperweight, but I will hang it at the door of the PD instead. It will serve as a nice warning for those bastards who dare approach me.
At some time in the night, a zombie broke the barricades and slipped into the Police Department. Actually, some of them. And everyone was asleep! Darn it!
I couldn't wake anyone up, and those zombies looked pretty mean, so I decided that I would have to think about my own safety. Following my instinct, I ran towards the roof of the building and, making hanging wire along the now unused electricity cables, I managed to move to the other department at the East, and enter it through one of its windows. I guess that's one of the things you do when you use your 'free running' skills.
Monday, 17th of December of 2007
Today it has been a dull day. I decided to train my free running skills a bit and wander through the streets to look for some rotten meat to hack to pieces with my axe, to no avail. I didn't want to stay too much time in the outside, anyways, so I quickly went back into a building and walked from roof to roof, then from window to window, until I managed to enter a heavily barricaded office building, whose existance I hadn't noticed till today. The interior was peculiar, as well, with the enormous net of computers scattered around the many floors of the building. Looking around for a while, I noticed a logo with what looked like a DNA chain. No doubt, this facility was owned by Necrotech!
Anyways, my inspection of the building was rather fruitless, as the only thing I found was a strange tool which looked like a mini-taser, and I had absolutely no idea of how to operate it. I kept it, however. It could prove useful in the future...
Tuesday, 18th of December of 2007
I searched around the Necrotech facility some more, wondering if I could find something of use in it. After looting all the shelves I could see, I found a GPS unit, together with flasks filled with a strange, blue-coloured liquid in them. I am pretty sure this is that rumoured serum that turns zombies back to human. However, not having anything to inject it, it serves no purpose for me right now. The GPS unit, however, is of much use for me. With it, I am pretty sure I won't get lost again. Or at least, my chances of getting lost will be lower. Apart of that, I haven't gone out today, due to the amount of time I spent looking for valuables in the building.
Wednesday, 19th of December of 2007
Today was another of those dull days. I looked around Malton to see if I could find some zombie prey to hack and send to McZed's, but to no avail. Not a single soul-less around today.
However, today I found a book in the nearby school. A mathematics text book. Reading through it, I noticed that little paper leaflet fell from it. After grabbing it from the floor, I realize it was, guess what? A note some cheater had written for a math exams back in the 20th of May of 2004! Bunch of pathetics... Apart of that, there was nothing useful in the book, nor in the entire school, save for a can of spray paint, so I walked back to the Necrotech building and went to rest.
Thursday, 20th of December of 2007
Today I went out again to search for zombies to sell to McZed's, but in the end, my cleaver was as clean as it was when I went out of the building where I was safehousing. How come there is not a single zed out there anymore? Perhaps they have lost interest in this part of the city?
At first, I thought that would be a good thing. However, as I reconsidered it, I found the fact to be rather annoying. With no zeds or assasins to have fun with, things got boring pretty quickly! I had to find some zeds to kill, FAST, or I would die of boredom!
Friday, 21st of December of 2007
I went out again to try and find a zed to kill. I actually found one who seemed to be staring blankly into the air, as if it was asleep. Easy prey, I thought. Gee, how wrong I was!
As I flailed my cleaver at it, it seemed to move away, as if it was sleepwalking, and almost all of my attacks had no effect on it. In the end, I had to desist from sheer exhaustion, and go find a safehouse to sleep. I couldn't believe such an apparently easy target turned to be such a tough cookie...
In another note, it seems that something (Or someone) has been bashing at the barricades of my building while I was away, as I could enter by the main door instead of the roof. Whoever he, she or it is, I better stay alert. It could be a mere random griefer, or a professional assasin who is trying to enter the place in an unorthodox way. Any of those is dangerous for me.
Saturday, 22nd of December of 2007
Today someone stepped into the place I was using for hiding, and said that there were two zeds out there attacking a human, not faraway from there. I decided to go lend a hand after grabbing some First Aid equipment. However, the two zombies proved to be two tough cookies for my cleaver. One of them took a lot of swings to take down, and the other was still standing when I was almost exhausted. By staying outdoors, I risked myself being extra lunch, so I decided that a little was better than nothing, and just go the hell back to the safehouse, after administering some medical care to the attacked one.
Come to think of it, a billhooked cleaver is getting too small for the zeds out there. Perhaps I should consider learning to use more radical weapons...
Sunday, 23rd of December of 2007
Today it was a pretty dull day. After looking through my surroundings for zeds, I only found one, and I couldn't finish it off, due to the mere fact that I got tired of flailing my cleaver at it. In the end, I decided to get back to where I was hiding quickly, not wanting to risk my life more than what was necessary.
Monday, 24th of December of 2007
Today was Christmas Eve, so I didn't get out. I stayed in the safehouse celebrating Christmas with the people inside, and eating the first decent meal I have had in a long time. Like it or not, one must recognize that constantly eating McZed's hamburgers is not the healthiest of things...
Tuesday, 25th of December of 2007. CHRISTMAS!!!
Today it was a good day. Santa-san was generous with me and gave me two nice zeds to sharpen my cleaver with. Of course, I thanked him for the 'present' and got it to use immediately.
Also, today I have asked one of the local policemans to teach me how to handle a gun of my own, so I can get rid of those pests faster than with my cleaver.
However, not all was happiness. While going back home, my eye caught the image of a girl that inspired me fear just by looking at her. I was very sure I saw her face in a 'Wanted' poster in the suburb, so I made sure to warn people about her. Better safe than sorry.
Wednesday, 26th of December of 2007
Today I met with that girl I saw in wanted posts a while ago. After taking a look at the posters, there was no doubt: That girl was an assasin. Without thinking about it more than once, and figuring that, in a city with no law, all their inhabitants must enforce it together, I grabbed a shotgun I have 'borrowed' from the nearby Police Department, and blew her brains off, then dumped the body into the streets so the zeds could have lunch.
I don't know why, but it felt nice to send one of those insane assasin bastards to hell. I probably won't know any of the people she killed, but knowing that I contributed to avenge their deaths gave me a pleasant feeling... Although that pleasantness was also the same one I felt when I assasinated my father back in Hinamizawa... Strange.
Thursday, 27th of December of 2007
Today the generator of my safehouse ran out of fuel, so I went to the nearby auto repair and grabbed a can of fuel to refill it. Apart of that, nothing too fancy.
I probably should go looking for more zeds to down tomorrow...
Friday, 28th of December of 2007
Another day, another zed.
This one proved to be as assholish as the other ones, as it dodged almost all of my cleaver attacks. In the end, I got sick and just gunned it down with my shotgun, then ran to the nearest safehouse to have dinner and rest.
Dude, this is proving to be boring! If I don't learn to use firearms quickly, those half blownup zeds could chase me after I damage them, and that's not good for anyone near me... And of course, it is not good for me either.
Saturday, 29th of December of 2007
Today I stayed at the Police Department trying to find some ammunitions. Tough luck. I have plenty of pistol bullets, but not a single sotgun shell. Without those, things are gonna turn rather awkward unless I learn using pistols...
Oh, and I also asked one of the soldiers there to give me a few lessons on shotgun usage. It will come in handy... When I find ammo for it, that is.
Sunday, 30th of December of 2007
Today, I decided to call it a break and just talk with other survivors about life around here.
Apparently, a higher number of zeds has decided to come here recently, some kind of event called the Big Bash, or something like that. Just by listening to this, I realize this place is creepy. Intelligent zombies, what the...
Monday, 31st of December of 2007, NEW YEAR'S EVE
Today, apart of the usual zed hunt, I celebrated New Year's Eve with some friends at the Police Station.
With this present year ending, I can't help but have my mind filled with doubts. Doubts about what kind of future awaits me. Doubts about when my luck will run out, when I will be unable to run away from the dead. Doubts about how I am gonna survive in the middle of this hell. And, also, doubts about what chances there are, if any, of me seeing my friends again.
After thinking about all of this, I put my hands together, and pray during the last seconds remaining of this year, that I manage to stay safe, hale and happy until the zombie threat is finally eradicated. I have faith in it being possible. I will do my best to make it possible.
Tuesday, 1st of January of 2007, NEW YEAR'S DAY
A few days ago I heard helicopters passing by. I didn't give them much importance, they were probably scouting and checking how the survivors were doing.
However, today, a rather special helicopter dropped a crate over my safehouse. One of the survivors went to the roof to grab its contents, and immediately came back saying something about the contents being sent to me.
What the heck? How was the military gonna send me something? It was ridiculous! They are supposed to keep the quarantine, not act as postals! However, there was, a crate with a message.
"Someone who loves you a lot sends you this present from Japan. Enjoy it. Love, someone who loves you a lot."
I opened the box... And thought I was dreaming.
Those bastards had sent me my Nintendo DS, with its charger and the games that I had bought till that day, to Malton, and the military acted like the postmen!
After chuckling, and thanking 'that someone who loved me a lot', I thought that my life was like an anime...
Wednesday, 2nd of January of 2008
Another year, another reason to thank being alive.
Today I played with my recently recovered DS while I gathered supplies around the city. Nothing too fancy, you know, Biohazard DS, Super Robot Taisen W, Dynasty Warriors... Little games, but they manage to keep you distracted of the pains living in a city overrun by zombies supposes. Thankfully, it didn't distract me of my objective of gathering supplies... At least, not too much.
Thursday, 3rd of January of 2008
Today I just kept gathering supplies. It is surprising how long it can take to find useful things in this city, but I guess it is normal, considering it has been looted to the pillars.
Friday, 4th of January of 2008
Today I just slackered for a while. No zed was visible from the windows, so I guessed I could allow myself some free time.
Saturday, 5th of January of 2008
Pffft... Today it has been a day I don't want to remember...
My horrible pet peeves, missing a seemingly prone zombie again and again, attacked me again. all six shells of my shotgun did NOTHING to him. I felt pathetic.
Thankfully, I managed to retrieve extra supplies before getting the hell out of the suburb. In the meantime, that infamous Big Bash keeps rampaging through Malton... I hope I never get to meet them.
Sunday, 6th of January of 2008, Monday, 7th of January of 2008
During these two days, I haven't gone out. The reason: I was gathering ammo for my weapons. I was really thankful to find some shotgun shells.
Tuesday, 8th of January of 2008
Today something funny happened...
I had found a zombie trying to blow the barricades of a building. Of course, I immediately started attacking it. However, the funny part started when another survivor started hacking at the zombie as well. By the time I was gonna give the finishing blow to that bastard, the other guy made it fall to the ground, making my hatchet land on the survivor's shoulder instead. After apologizing, I immediately ran away before he had a chance to get revenge on the wound I had caused to him. To make sure he didn't come get me, I secured myself in an isolated building and barricaded it to the extreme. You never know if people, are gonna try to get their revenge on you for something you did accidentally, you know.
Tuesday, 14th of January of 2008
Recently, I have been discontinuing entries in this diary, because of the fact that nothing worth mentioning has happened these days. Therefore I haven't seen the need of updating the diary. However, today, something has happened.
I entered into a building which had its doors wide open to the street, and found it being overrun by zeds. They munching at the people sleeping... And the people were not even flinching! Obviously, I took out my cleaver and send one of those zeds back to Barhahland, while the other was take care of by a bystander. Then, I closed the doors and proceeded to barricade the doors. This is worth mentioning because, come on! How come two sleeping people be munched by zeds, and not even flinch to it? It is ridiculous! Hopefully, they are still alive!
Wednesday, 15th of Jaunary of 2008
Nothing too fancy today, just grabbing some ammo from the local police departments and playing DS a bit.
Thursday, 16th of January of 2008
Today I have asked one of the runaway Necrotech officials how to use the lab material I found some days ago. Apparently, the devices I grabbed were a DNA scanner, used to analyze zeds and get bio-statistics about them, and some of that famous revivification serum. It seems that you have to inject it in the back of the neck so that it works directly in the nervous system and the brain, but it won't work if the cortex has been damaged severely.
I immediately put it to practice with one of those roaming zeds. Most to my awe, it worked! I saw colour returning to his cheeks, with my very own eyes! Impressive!
Friday, 17th of January of 2008
Today, I have practiced my axe swings a bit more... On a zed, of course. The sensation was very nice. And I felt my arms were getting stronger from the swinging. I guess I'm getting stronger every moment now...
Thursday, 24th of January of 2008
Today I have stepped into the local library to peruse the books a bit. I was hoping I could find a lesbian romance book, but no luck. The only interesting book I found was one named 'Necrophilia', which felt like it was made of human leather, and had red, blood-like letters. It supposedly was written by this Kevan Davis person, and it has so many grammatical and orthographical mistakes, I am pretty sure the dead would wake up if someone was to read this out loud. Seriously, this Kevan guy probably was the cause of the zombie outbreak here. Necrotech, schumcrotech!
Sunday, 3rd of February of 2008
Today a load of zeds have been approaching at the club I was residing dangerously, so my colleagues at the club and I have decided to move to a safer area, to a club at the south. To celebrate the occupation of the new place, we have massacred some ferals liberally. Guns and wine have ran around our hands like they have never done. Overall, it was fun.
Thursday, 21st of February of 2008
Today we have had to migrate again. Sucks to be a hume among this bunch of zeds, I tell you.
Recently, I have been thinking, why do zeds manage to crush us so easily? The answer is also easy to note: Because, while zeds are joined together by the spirit of the horde, barhah, we humes are not cojoined under a single flag.
I have asked my companion night ravers about a possible word that, like barhah for the zeds, symbolifies the spirit of mankind. They have laughed at my proposal.
