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Revision as of 07:11, 25 January 2014
Nursefighteradam's Journal
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| This journal is a documentation of my experiences in the city of Malton.
I hope that it reaches out to those who read it as I fear my life is in constant jeopardy.
--Nursefighteradam 15:38, 23 January 2014 (UTC)
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The Beginning Of The End...
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Today I found my first faithful companion. Some time has passed since I have had true
company. Unfortunately it lies within an ax that I have discovered in a fire hall...
I've recently discovered survivors; however they were hiding inside a building and were
too terrified to speak. Maybe they had no trust for me with the chaos that wanders the
streets?
I call a local church my sanctuary as it houses me, provides for me and allows me the
distance to write. Oddly enough the comfort I fear won't be long lived as the dark
presence that looms over the city is defiant of hope. "I must remain strong!"
There was one incident recently that has me startled...During the evening, I stumbled
upon someone lying in the distance with three dark figures standing above. I couldn't hear
much from where I was positioned.I was prepared for the communication that I longed
for. So I gathered myself and approached, offering a hand of help as I had thought it was
needed.
The figures started to reveal themselves to me as I grew closer. They were corpses much
like those I encountered from before, there was a distinct difference because of the
increased rot and scent of decay that emanated about them.
I struck out of instinct, fired my axe wildly at the air only to strike them enough to cause
some wounds but not enough to incapacitate. I couldn't save the one lying on the ground
as they were dead and lifeless. I ran... than hid from my hunters, later at night I went back
only to find the same body that was on the ground...missing...vanished into existence...
--Nursefighteradam 19:09, 24 January 2014 (UTC)
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Bump In The Night...
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