User:Nursefighteradam/journal2

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) Entry #8 Entry #8 Interception I’ve been in my church hiding from the world, trying to plan my next move. I have learned that I must move and be careful of my surroundings as the creatures are everywhere. I have come to understand that many of the buildings are blocked off within the area to prevent attack or further damage from occurring. I need to be strong, skilled and smart in planning my next move. When I started moving through the streets I noticed that many are empty and that it seems there are now more zombies starting to wander the area. Staying within one place may get me killed… but I could stay here and be protected? Unless they eventually find me from my scent.. As I am dwelling on all of this I can hear a noise in the distant background, it startles me as my thoughts turn to creatures that could possibly be wandering about the church searching for prey. As I turn I notice where the noise is coming from and dig through my backpack only to pull out my radio. The sound is muffled so I change the tuning until it slowly becomes clear… "This is Dr. Henry Ross of St." ……*static*……… "Hospital…." ……*static*……… "I repeat St. Alexander's Hospital" ……*static*……… "If you can hear me out there you’re not alone" ……*static*……… "I repeat you’re not alone" ……*static*……… "Whatever your need of medical assistance..." ……*static*……… "I will gladly apply first aid to you as I have supplies." ……*static*……… "If anyone is listening I have had it rough." ……*static*……… "I have been on the run from place to place running..." ……*static*……… "...running from those things...zombies whatever you call..." ……*static*……… "them." ……*static*……… "but It's probably not worse than some of your stories" ……*static*……… "I've got a tip for anyone who is listening..." ……*static*……… "run from the hordes, and if they break in run." ……*static*……… ".. and find a new safe place to hide" ……*static*……… "that is all I have to say. Have a nice day everyone" ……*static*……… The radio itself begins to cut out and I start to think of the message. “Is it safe for me to run out and provide help to someone in need… Especially, with what I have been through?” I continue to change channels within the radio to see if I can pick up any other messages. I manage to detect one individual who mentions a “giant city in the sky”, “setting a record in one building before it being destroyed” and “surviving and thriving.” I think this person is a little insane but who wouldn’t be after going through this infested city? (Especially, the loneliness aspect) All of a sudden a bright light spreads across the room illuminating everything it touches. I look quickly to see the source as I duck to hide because I don’t wish to be seen. In the distance I see a flare in the sky, flying overhead the tall buildings. “It must be a sign,” I think to myself. Do I risk it? I pack up my supplies and take the leap of faith yet again hoping I am not walking towards a trap. It should be alright, I have my plans… --Nursefighteradam 03:59, 29 January 2014 (UTC)