Journal:Trolley
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You were among the last to be evacuated from the city. Following the government broadcasts to the letter, you sat through the first week of quarantine at home, your doors and windows locked and sealed with duct tape. You were eventually collected by a military troop transport, along with your neighbours.
But you didn't make it out of the city - the truck met gunfire in Pitneybank, and became trapped in the wreckage of the roads; your military escorts rushed you to the safety of nearby buildings, but they haven't come back, and the gunfire died down a while ago.
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October 05
5th Finally got around to doing some target practice with my pistol. I spent an hour or two collecting ammo and first aid kits, and then headed out into the open. It was the first time I had been out on the streets on my own since first coming to the mall. all around the mall were hundreds of corpses, some slowly moving, or twitching.. Ignoring these anklebiters for the moment, I walked a few blocks north.
I walked slowly to the building on the corner of 75th street, and stopped to listen. I could hear the sound of shuffling nearby; Just around the corner. I remembered the advice shaun had given me back at the mall, and checked that my shoelaces were tied before there was any need to run. Satisfied that I would not trip if the need arrived to sprint, I turned the corner.
It is difficult to describe the first thought any suvivor feels at his first sight of a true horde. So I feel it will suffice to say I paniced, emptied a clip of ammo into the middle of the crowd, and ran as fast as I could back to the relative safety of our mall.
4th People are getting restless in the mall. The pile of bodies outside is a cause for great concern. Our construction crews have been reinforcing the barricades in preperation for the forseen zombie assault.
I spent two or three hours last night familiarising myself with the dna extractor I found in the nechrotech building, with the help of a scientist who spent the night in my starbucks. While every skill I aquire is useful to some degree, I dont see myself getting so close to a zed as to perform the extraction.
3rd: The Necrotech building near the mall (where various shady scientists of necrotech employ were based) suffered a serious attack last night. One of the startled survivors made it into the northern corner of the mall to call for aid. A group of healers and guards hurried out to put down any remaining zeds and to heal any survivors.
On arrival we discovered that the infestation was not as serious as it had appeared at first, however many of the scientists had been killed, and some were beginning to stand. it took about twenty minutes to secure the building again, and to hurl any remaining bodies back onto the street.
Many of the surviving were infected terribly by the bites they had received. In this case we were lucky to have arrived in time to save as many as we did. Without scientists to revive our fallen comrades, we are surely doomed.
September 05
30th: This morning I woke up behind the counter of the starbucks that has been my home for the last few weeks. I sat up from the pile of clothes and various items I had accumulated over the last week and looked around cautiously. While there was always someone on "Z watch", it never hurt to be cautious. No doubt had the barricades been breached I would not have survived the night.
Three men where standing around a map spread out on a table, arguing over some small detail or another. Piles of hoarded items were lying on tables and chairs. A short brunette stood outside the door with a shotgun in her hands.
I picked up my rucksack and walked to the door, flashing a weary smile at the brunette as I passed. There was a drug store nearby in this mall, and more first aid inside kits than a man could carry. I was getting rather good at finding them, and although I had no formal first aid training I had learned to see who needed treatment the most. It was especially important to heal those who were infected by a zombie bite, a risen zombie among us could cause havoc. Healing was most of what I did these days, having had no weapons experience prior to the outbreak.
These days I carry a pistol, something I would never have had need nor want of before. The fact that I couldn't hit the broad side of a barn when push came to shove had no real bearing on my current situation; We were organised. Teams of men and women constantly built the barricades up as strongly as they could, while former policemen, soldiers and firemen would regularly leave the mall in order to fight back against the walking dead.
Not that leaving was such a simple matter of course. The barricades were all built up on the ground floor that the only viable exit was out the upstairs windows. Now any person can jump out a window, but there was a real skill to jumping from one building to another. I spent nearly a week putting off my first "Free run" before finally getting the courage to take the leap from one section of the mall to another. There has been talk among some of the more experienced construction workers of rebuilding the collapsed bridges between the buildings.
