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This journal is a documentation of my experiences in the city of Milton.

I hope that it reaches out to those who read it as I fear my life is in constant jeopardy.

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--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..

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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."
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"Hospital…."
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"I repeat St. Alexander's Hospital"
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"If you can hear me out there you’re not alone"
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"I repeat you’re not alone"
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"Whatever your need of medical assistance..."
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"I will gladly apply first aid to you as I have supplies."
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"If anyone is listening I have had it rough."
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"I have been to many places while running..."
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"...running from those things...zombies whatever you call..."
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"them."
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"but It's probably not worse than some of your stories"
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"I've got a tip for anyone who is listening..."
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"Keep a low profile with the hordes, and if they break in run..."
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"..and find a better place to hide from them."
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"that is all I have to say. Have a nice day everyone"
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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


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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 doorway
is noticeable with the statues of 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.” I noticed
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 Milton 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….

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--Nursefighteradam 03:59, 29 January 2014 (UTC)