User:Fishel

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I am a cop...or I'm supposed to be...

I am working for The Fortress

I will survive

December 9th, 2005

Finally, found a computer...

I'm stuck in Nichols Mall, and the zombies are coming...

The Fortress has left me, ignoring my text messages, but its too late now, Stanbury Villages telephone mast has been taken out. The people around me are nervous, and a man went crazy and ran outside. We havn't seen him since...

My badge is tarnished, spatterd with blood. Although I'm not really a cop...it still means something. In my wallet, I have a picture of my daughter, 16. Me and her got in a big fight, and she stormed off before I left for my mission in Malton. Then, all hell broke loose...

I'm holding out for some Fortress men, but its not comin...

September 12th 2006

Jesus Christ, it's been a while. Many a thing have changed, The Fortress has grown into a major group. I've become a reporter for the group, and I've seen many a thing. Too much to state here, so why not start from today? I recently woke up from a dirt nap. Thanks to some friendly NT guys, I'm feeling (albiet a little wounded) just fine. Running an op, but cant give out any more intel than that. Now I really need to type up my first report!

Septemeber 13th, 2006

I had a couple wounds...okay, I got the stuffing knocked out of me, but a few friends fixed me up. Nothing else to report, been pretty quiet. Fine by me, I could use the rest...

Now that I have time to rest..., my mind turns to my family. It's been a battle, and I've had to focus my mind only on surviving. I feel a little guilty, but I had to do what I could to live. Susan, my ex-wife took the my daughter, Claire, in the divorce. Now, I see them once a month. Claire's grown distant, perhaps because of my job, perhaps because of her mother, or perhaps, I am the one at fault. But, despite all this, my daughter is the one thing that keeps me going.

I don't care if I have to walk to hell and back, I will see her again.

September 20th, 2006

For the first time in a year, some down time. Well, downtime, the Malton way. A little party, a few pkers, and a little run in with a certain officer of The Fortress...

But hey, takes my mind off of the horror. At least I got some fighting practice...

September 22nd, 2006

I was a fool to think anything nice could come of this city. I'm ready to kill something. Damnit, I feel on the verge of going nuts! I need some fresh air...but the smoke from the fires robs even that from this place. To hell with this city.

September 24th, 2006

Man, I'm so popular, I've got people who want to be me! Of course, he must PK...with a crowbar. How pitiful. Oh well, it's nice to know I'm so damn sexy , I've got people who want to be me.Greeeaaatt...

October 1st, 2006

For the first time, I was forced to kill a zombie spy. Although I knew it was the right thing, something tells me that it may have been a mistake. Even if he was a zombie spy, killing another human is something I don't want to ever do again...