Journal:Drathe Blue's Diary

A worn and dog eared note book with Pitman Pitbulls scribbled across it

23 Dec apporx: The south East block of the Mansion was broken into by a hoard of Zombies while we all slept. The screams were terrible of people waking from their dreams into a nightmare. We lost some Pitbulls and a few good people that night. I was lucky to have survived having been knocked out, I owe some people big time. I awoke to find my wounds dressed and the place looking like a butchers shop. The few of us left made best we could, cleaning the place and tried to celebrate xmas. It was cold and quite, each of us lost in our own thoughts. - Drathe

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26th Dec: There are a few zombies around, Pitbulls and others keep sending them back to the earth but they just never seem to stay down long. Up in the North East corner one of Lord Pitmans henchmen was shotup up prety bad, I went out and finnished the job with my fix axe. Doctor Von Evil or something I think he said his name was before I chopped him. I think thats the first officail Pitbull kill of the terror Squad - Drathe

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27th Dec: I had spent the night at the local Necro Tech building looking for Rev syringes, someone said they saw Cambell from the roof...he was walking, dead. I was so tired I fell asleep, I am shure I heard him call out 'Go pitbulls!' maybe it was a dream. Ill be back at the Mansion soon to look for him. - Drathe

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28th Dec Cambell is back and so is Red Joey,its so damn good to see them. After a scare with Lord Pitman creeping into the Mansion with a few Z'eds we all sat down around the fire for a few beers. To toast Leon Burdy on his taking down of Lord Pitman himself. Tensions are taught after the busy few days, every now and then someone goes of to check the place is safe. Its good to be all together again. - Drathe

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29th Dec Archer made it back to us, we thought he was never coming back save for in the belly of a zombie. He did not talk much of his ordeal since the raid on the mansion. But its good to see him. Spirits are high as we are one again. We found a load of old books and used them to burn in the hearth, we shared a beer around its warm glow and talked well into the night forming a new friendship with a man by the name of George Donetme. He is quite a chracter, motivated and dare is say a little gun ho. - Drathe

It was horrible out there in the streets, walking with the stentch of death covering me. I was beat up so many times, each time unable to rest. It was days before I managed to get medical attention and make it back here, exhausted. It's good to see you all again Ne'er again shall a pitbull loose their blood to the hand of an undead - Archer

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1st Jan I spent new years in the local police station, nothing new there you might think, save for this time the only thing in the cells were a few zombies some of the crazy people surviving there had locked up. It was like being in a mad house the people there were... are as lost in the head as the zombies trying to get it. I searched all day for supplies. All I could find was a box of shells.

It's good to be back in the Mansion there are a few people there now. Leon it seems now thinks of himself as Pitbull with is great, I think the rest of the guys re happy about it to. I was too tired to talk much when I got back but I noticed a new commer of the Pitbulls, someone said his name was Brian Fantana. He looks like a cocky bastard and he smelt like a woman?s handbag but if he fights and drinks like one of us? then I guess he is all right. - Drathe

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5th Jan I made my way back to the local church hoping to find one of the group, none were there. I pressed on and met up with Hagrd in an old warehouse next to the Mansion. Having climbed drain pipes to the roof and jumping the gap to Pitman?s windows I was surprised to see the Mansion? Empty.

The place is a mess, blood and gore, shotgun shells and flecks of flesh are everywhere, the place is a horror show. After looking around I found another asleep, I don?t know them or have any wish to, I let them sleep.

Brian Fantana was soon behind me, we were talking upstairs when there was a crash, a crazy man chanting biblical words of killing with an axe came storming in his eyes were crazed knuckles white for their grip on the axe. He did not stand a chance as the shotgun took away half his chest. Tom, his wallet cards said? Bloody Tom.

Soon after Cambell, Leon and hagrd arived I was as always glad to see them. Cambell looked prey roughed up, when he is awake again I will asked him what happend. It was a great surprise to meet an old friend Aristause, i hope he wil stay and fight for the Mansion. At lest we have a chance to survive this way. - Drathe

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9th Jan Oh god? its to hard to describe in words the horror that I have seen and heard. When I close my eyes I see and hear it clearly. One minute we were asleep, oil lamp burning its warm and comforting glow about us. Next? they were in the damn room. It wasn?t even a fight.

We all got bit... all got beaten as we clawed our way out, then I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes I saw Leon looking at me? his face bloodied and beaten at he lay on the street. I shook him bit he never stirred. I saw the others to in a similar state, I think it must be the infection working in them. I crawled as best I could away from the mansion through the grim in the street looking for help before the infection turns me into one of them.

What happens now ? I don?t know but I got to get some medical help to the guys - Drathe

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12th Jan Lord Pitman had made it into the Nercrotech building I was recovering in. Someone, I know not the face obviously knew Pitman's reputation and shouted out to the survivors who backed away from him. A few pistol rounds later someone was carrying the body outside as I reloaded. An eye for an eye I think is the saying.

My phone has been buzzing like mad the last few days, seem the scatered pitbulls are regrouping, quite what has happend to them I do not know. I hope they tell me when we meet up I will add it all here. Each one of them have intresting stories of thier own, I would gladly add thier extracts here is they wished for future others to read should this ever end. - Drathe

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14th Jan I found Drathe Blue's diary while cleaning up the mansion. Unfortunately, the only pen I have does not write in French so I must give English a go. What to say...I am back from the dead! Again, the zombies mocked me because I could not speak zombeese correctly. When revived I went to Calvert Mall for more supplies. Like Caigre, it does not have a single shop in the food court that serves Poutine. What is wrong with this country?! I asked around, but nobody has seen my Mathilda either. So, I returned to the mansion, met up with the rest of the Pitbulls and we are beginning to retake our home. Many zombies remain outside, tomorrow I shall wave my private parts at them from the roof and shoot their heads off. - Leon.

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20th Jan Leon the sod, seems nothing is sacred anymore not even the privacy of your own diary. Lots has happened, too much top put into words. I simply don?t have the energy or motivation I just want to sleep.The gang have been working hard at various ideas, I am impressed. Yet they always look out for each other and myself, it makes me proud to call myself a pitbull.

Though the physical scars are healing mentally there is a lot of suspicion and pointing of fingers, notably to a young and dare I say rather attractive girl. She must only be about 16 yet it was thought she held a link with Lord Pitman, his daughter perhaps. But after Leon tried to question her, she has just as much fight as the rest of us, and a potty mouth to boot. She calls her self his archrival, having been hunting Pitman. Though we take her word on it there is still doubt in the air. - Drathe'

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31st Jan With the 'Mall tour' in Quarlesbank, (a rampaging group of over 100 zombies) we took refuge in an old railway station. What with the Mansion and our selves becoming a bit of local legend which I dare say I am proud off. We thought it best to lay low for the tour. The place is cold, smells of piss and damp and is a far cry from the luxury we are accustomed to in the mansion.

That and there is no action around the deserted rail track. I don?t have a death wish by far but the place still holds all the danger of trying to survive but without the adrenalin to sweeten the chore.

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18th Feb I have just refound my diary in the Mansion having spent many weeks away from it. Right now I am so tired. I was bitten yesturday and my whole body feels cold and stiff, bright lights hurt my eyes.

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10th Mar Again it’s been a while since I put pen to paper. Things have been good of late at the mansion. Fighting is little save for a stray zombie now and then. Friends and drink are plenty and it seems people are hearing of us Pitbulls and coming to stay at the mansion.

All good things come to an end it seems. The barriers we put up… someone seems to be breaking them down while we sleep from the inside. Fingers are pointing to a newcomer we call Babetta. She is an attractive woman but under that street grime covered beauty is something more sinister lurking. She has been directly involved with the pitman Terror Squad and her loyalties are under question by us Pitbulls.

I’m tired and beat up, my body is sore from wounds and mind aching from worry and constant thought. Home no longer feels as safe as it did, with enemies outside anyone who’s not a pitbull is being scrutinised, there was even crazy talk of killing those we don’t know… I don’t know seems the strain is playing on all of us. - Drathe

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9th Oct No time to write... so tired and aching all the time fighting for control of the Mansion, its not about survival anymore. Its about anger and pride. On the brighter side, I found my diary again in the Mansion.