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. Click To Go Back To First Page --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 to many places while 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*……… "Keep a low profile with the hordes, and if they break in run..." ……*static*……… "..and find a better place to hide from them." ……*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) Entry #9 Entry #9 Hope in Warnings I started towards the flares direction; it was a cold night with an unforgiving chill. As I walked through the lonely streets I was led towards a vacant auto repair shop. “This must have been where the signal came from” (I thought to myself) There was a dangling sign that said: Marston Auto Repair. The doors of the repair shop were secured closed; it looked very vacant while I heard, than seen four zombies slowly approach… I started to hide... I had found a small open entrance into the garage of the building and I crawled through it. As I explored and opened doors on the inside of the building I noticed that there was a power generator on with a fuel gage display that indicated a close to empty tank. As I turned I immediately saw “The Blue Knife” written in spray-paint on the wall behind me. What is the Blue Knife? I began to think... There was no trace of the flares source so I began to sneak back outside of the building and into the streets. Before I managed to leave the entrance I was grabbed by something, as I looked over my shoulder there was a zombie attached to my arm. He clawed several times into my flesh ripping my sleeve, I managed to kick him backwards and I ran out onto the street avoiding the other four zombies who were waiting for a warm meal. I made it back to my church, avoiding further confrontation. I know it is my church because the courtyard is noticeable with the statues of weeping angels that line the entrance. The door leading to the church was open…I swear to myself that it was closed when I had left. Concerned that it was a zombie I prepared myself and cautiously entered. Inside I found a man hiding in the confession booth to the church. I knew it was a man because I could hear him cough and see his dark brown boots underneath the door… zombies usually do not cough or show signs of any infection besides their own (which is not the common cold). I then pulled the door open to the confession booth exposing him…. The man seemed very weary of me… I noticed the determination within his eyes as he spoke. “How long have you been in this hell hole? I've been here since the beginning…as soon as it hit the fan.” His appearance involved a white tie, short-sleeved shirt, red jacket, brown coat, and black jeans. He was similar to the others that I had seen as they had blood on their clothing as well. What a common occurrence in this dark city, almost like the people of Malton are “marked” for death I thought to myself. I asked him many questions and received no answers. He seemed harmless enough to me that I left him be. We were both so similar in our needs that where he came from did not matter to me. He didn’t attack me when I discovered him and I left to my own quarters for the night. In the morning, I heard him scuffling around…looking for something. Again he wouldn’t speak with me when asked what his plans were. I said "Good morning to you… I know it has been a rough night for both of us, you can stay here just be careful not to make too much noise or use any lights. They could see us you know. "Then I provided him with food. He wouldn’t accept the food right away so I left a tray next to him. I than gathered my supplies and decided to look for others like him. To remind them of a place they can go for sanctuary. As I was walking during the morning I came across a man sleeping on hotel steps. He didn’t appear to be hostile and I told him where the church was. That it was important for him to go there if he required safety and that it’s open to those in need. Another person that I met was a woman. Every other individual that I have met thus far is either dead or a male. I have a soft spot for the ladies especially since they are very vulnerable to everyone. I can see the idea of predators existing during this catastrophe. I worked with them at the prison, in the jails and the courthouses. I don’t know who has escaped and happened to be killed, I just knew it was very unsafe for ladies to be alone. I wanted to offer her a place to go but I didn’t. She began talking about her lost kittens while wearing a blood-soaked pale blue blouse. She seemed odd and really out of place. I don’t know if I trusted her sanity during these times of an apocalypse so I passed her by. It’s not my normal nature to do that to someone but I just knew she would be a risk because of the mental instability. I decided to head back to my home as I was becoming exhausted. I saw a poster at a club that was hanging off the side wall. It mentioned that there was a killer on the loose, his name is Kyle Jenkinso. I decided that maybe it was a good time to head back as another zombie came out from the alleyway. I struck him with my trusty friend and made it back to my home ground. Once back inside I told my new company that what had happened and my idea of inviting others to stay in our home. He seemed indifferent to the idea, as I grabbed the empty plate that was left near him on the floor…. --Nursefighteradam 17:23, 29 January 2014 (UTC) Entry #10 Entry #10 The Stranded Last night my guest decided to break the barrier of conversation and reveal his story to me. He thanked me for the food I provided him with, identified himself as Derek and that he has been in Malton since the beginning of the events that have taken place. This is our conversation: "I'm not even from Malton actually. I was here on a business trip for my company. It was just my luck to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was in a meeting with some city officials, about allowing me to set up some offices in Malton, and the overlying area… I was wrapping up when Mr. Smith attacked us after coming out of the bathroom. He said he felt very ill before going in...I should have known... After that it went to hell. I fled the building while...while he...no “It” ate the others. I...didn't even help them... (the expression of his face changed to despair as he looked towards the ground in shame) After that I got to my hotel and grabbed my phone, a baseball bat, and the morning’s newspaper. The military came to get me as some sort of V.I.P I guess. Wanting to do something right this time I refused to go unless they took the others. They reluctantly agreed, and we drove away in armoured trucks. After a few minutes passed... We hit something in northern Malton I believe. Appalled I puked at hearing it was a corpse picked clean. I was ordered out of…sorry, out of the car after we heard loud moans and grunts. Then I was escorted inside a shabby motel with a broken sign that said Meacham motel on it. The escorts then left leaving me alone in there. The noises became loud until they were right outside...I heard shouts, screams, grunts, and gunfire thereafter. About two hours later they faded, and I searched the area to no avail. I came back after that, and went to sleep ending that horrible day. And that is how it started for me..." I noticed he went silent after his introduction…we both did. We then were startled by the sound of footsteps coming towards us. Derek armed himself with a lamp light while I brandished my axe… I heard a man’s voice say "Hi I am Erich." and I noticed there was a man who entered quietly behind him with medical supplies while Erich was carrying clear bottles under one arm. We let down our guard and Erich’s companion began bandaging my wounds. "I'm not in any group are you?" Erich asked as both I and Derek stared at him. "I used to be part of London’s police force” (He continued). “I was chasing a murderer down country roads when I came to Malton, and I thought it was weird because there was a large military presence. I chased him for a couple more minutes, and I finally ran him off the road in what I have been told is the suburb of Brooke hills, and I locked him up in this PD called Spence row. While I was doing the paperwork for the chase the quarantine went into effect. The criminals started to get sick and then...they started to die...it was all crazy... the guys that worked there left, and I was alone with a couple of “zombified” criminals. Eventually me and a new friend killed them and dumped their bodies outside. Awhile later some zombies broke in, and well that's basically it. Hey if you want some water I found some water bottles while searching a hospital awhile back.” (Erich quickly took one of the bottles of water to satiate his thirst). “Here, I'll set some of them over here if you want some later” (he quietly rests three of the clear bottles on the ground) “Oh hey, one thing that I like doing is...hitting a zombie with a newspaper, it's so hilarious. Speaking of that I think I have one.” (Erich picks up a blue backpack that was safely hidden behind a stone pillar outside.) “let me see...” (he continues digging through the backpack) “Ah, I found it...” The man pulls out a torn and worn newspaper with bits of blood on the end. (probably from his swipes at zombies) “Here, I'll read you what it says after I look at it. The only thing that I found that is of interest in the newspaper is its quarantine information pamphlet. It reads warning that heavily barricading a building may prevent civilians or military personnel from taking shelter there.” Erich than throws it on the ground. “Yep that's totally true. It has happened to me multiple times. It kind of gets annoying when every building is closed off so you can't enter. Do you agree with me?” Derek nods as I continue to listen. “Man I'm tired see you later!” Erich leaves back into the night with his companion following closely behind him. Derek mentions to me that he wishes to sleep because he is tired from the day. I allow him the use of my private quarters as I stay up during the night keeping guard of the church. I continue to think about Erich’s and Derek’s stories. It’s nice to have some contact for once because it’s been so quiet. (I think to myself) --Nursefighteradam 22:55, 30 January 2014 (UTC) (UTC) Entry #11 Entry #11 The Best Laid Plans Of Mice And Men Often Go Astray.... During the night I started my own renovation work on the church such as repairing things like the plumbing, the lighting and the construction (they had drywall that was in the basement to the church that lay against a wall along with buckets of paint and tools). While I was performing construction one curious zombie entered... Strangely enough he didn't attack anyone, he growled and yelled inaudible tones, and pointed at the ceiling, the floor and then himself. Afterwards he took off towards a cemetery with me close behind. I followed him to see if there were other zombies with him and I provided him with a warning blow to the body. I then headed back to the church where I found some supplies that I was able to use in order barricade the doors and prevent another incident from occurring. I than stumbled upon Erich as he was going to enter the building, he actually ended up waking Derek from his sleep in the process. He told me that he saw everything happen through a window in the church. He saw the zombie enter the building and ran to the window to see what was going on. Erich and Derek both thought it was very strange that the zombie was trying to communicate to us and they both considered the church shelter. Erich talks with us about a military radio frequency (25.96MHz) as well as spray painting a message on the building for others to see. Our group holds a small vote on the painting that is to be sprayed as I watch Derek as he starts to refuel the generator that we have in the background. As Derek finishes filling the tank he suggests that we find more fuel inside of an auto shop that is close by. As a final idea for the group, we all wrote a special number that we could call to contact one another in the future as a precaution. (In order to do that there has to be a live connection within the suburb. Derek than leaves the building in order to scout for other locations that we can go to, in case of emergency. He has me jot down 7 blocks West, 5 Blocks North. All of us were exhausted afterwards and went straight to sleep… In the morning I started to prepare breakfast for both Derek and Erich. When I looked at the front door, I had noticed that the barricades I built were weakened and a zombie was sticking his head through the cracks. I then attempted to wake the guys up and told them of the situation to no avail. So I grabbed my axe and went outside and took some swings at the zombie. I hit him hard enough to knock him back in order to rebuild the lost barricades on the door. •You have Construction (Player is able to build barricades, repair machinery and restore ruined buildings.) --Nursefighteradam 03:59, 29 January 2014 (UTC)