Journal:Taecyeon

Taecyeon
Starting Occupation: Zombie/Civilian Group Membership: 2PM Goals: To Survive! Username: DirtMan More details: Urban Dead profile

If you find this, then I'm probably already dead, or one of them!

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My name is Taecyeon, Ok Taecyeon, I'm 24, I'm Korean, I'm alone and I'm scared.

WTF! That was all I could think. How did this all happen? One day I'm a member of a Korean Idol Group finishing up a European Tour with my friends and bandmates of 2PM, and the next some guy is yelling at me to get in a van or die. I once flew 1st Class everywhere and now I'm hiding out in a dirty factory in some quarantined city in Great Britain.

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The kid who rescued me, Gizmo, is pretty cool, but I think he gets frustrated with me cuz I'm not learning fast. He's really nice though. We're the same age. We joke around a lot, and I think that aggravates the others in the safe house.

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It took me a week, but I learned First Aid, and how to run between buildings. I'm also pretty good at finding stuff in the nearby Junkyard.

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Gizmo showed me a map of the City. He said if we ever get separated to meet in a certain school or a specific Tower.

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I was stupid and one of those things bit me on the arm.

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I'm so sick. Gizmo is arguing about something. It sounds like the others want to kill me...

...Giz said he radio'd some random people for FAK's.

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It's getting hard to write..I can't focus... ....."not coming you need to kill him or"....... .."Fuck yu...m not killing my frie"...

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Gizmo carried me to a park and sat me under a tree. He gave me this/my journal and a pen. "Write it, write it all down." He said. Gizmo hugged me, and there were tears in both our eyes.

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I felt a sting in my arm. I opened my eyes.

"Look! They came, they brought FAK's!" Gizmo said smiling his huge grin!

"The Randoms! The Randoms came. They brought FAK's and syringes."