Last night my guest decided to break the barrier of conversation and reveal his story to me.
Hen 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 cars.
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 robber 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 03:59, 29 January 2014 (UTC)
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