Journal:Damien Sahm
A small, blue, hardbacked book. On the cover is written, "Property of D.M.S., NT. Please return if found or stolen."
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10/1/05
I've finally found a good blank book which I can use as a journal. I'm not entirely sure why I wish to write this, however... It's not as if anyone will ever find it. Well, here goes.
My name is Damien Sahm. I am twenty-seven years old, and I work- well, did work- for NecroTech. I was one of the last workers here in Malton to defect, funny enough. You see, we had been in radio contact with our higher-ups around the time of the quarentine, and they warned us that we should be sure to barricade the doors and windows, and not to go outside. Of course, we hadn't found out yet about what was really going on... We were told that people were mobbing, and that we would recieve a helicopter rescue as soon as was possible. The helicopter never came. Ah, something I forgot to mention- what exactly we were working on. I had heard that the Mark One Syringes were a mediocre success, even though I didn't know what they were to be used for. So, I was honoured when I was asked to help to design the Mark Two edition. We examined the old formula, and found a number of flaws in it's basic design. After a few weeks of working, we completed it. As soon as we sent the design to headquarters, however, they finally found it reasonable to tell us what was actually going on- that Malton had been over-run by a virus, one that we likely already had, and that there was a quarentine on the city, meaning that there were be no rescue. Most of my collegues were furious that they hadn't told us earlier. I was simply... well, depressed. They added that the virus had been created by our own company. Not even I took that well. To put it simply, we defected from the company, cut off communication, ransacked the building, and broke down the barricade to escape. Obviously, not the best idea. As soon as we were out of that pan, we jumped blindly into the fire. Everyone except for me was killed by those... things. I was lucky enough to escape, and found my way to a building which was not too heavily barricaded, and would allow me in. There was nobody inside. I then decided to take inventory of what I had brought with me, and was a bit dissapointed. All I had was a scanner, a few of our proto-type Mark2s, and some food... But, I'd have to make do with those.
So, I've been wandering around Malton, without much focus. I've been trying to revive as many of the fallen as I can, and colleting more syringes whenever I find another NT building. Tonight, I'm camping inside of a cinema in Roftwood. There's some documentary playing, but I'm really not in the mood to watch it. All I want... I'm not sure why, but I want to find a companion... someone to help me through this. Weird, I know.
10/5/05
It's been a few days... I spent that time fleeing, funny enough. There was a bunch of zombies that broke into my safehouse, and nearly killed me... I was able to get away, though, lucky enough. I decided to head to the other side of Malton, to get away from that hoard. I eventually found myself to an old hang-out of mine, a cinema in Mornington. Thing was, when I got there, I found that someone had spraypainted a note that says, "Stay out. ~Aska" onto the 'now showing' board. I wonder who this "Aska" Person could be? I decided it was best to not tempt fate, and put myself up in a warehouse nearby to it. Maybe I'll meet this Aska eventually. On a more lighthearted note, I'm not dead yet. Joy.
10/7/05
Hmm... after my rounds this morning, I checked in to see if Aska was in her safehouse. I noticed that the place seemed to have been abandoned... it seems that she left. A shame... I would've liked to have met her. Ah, well, makes sense that people wouldn't be very sociable, what with the whole god-forsaken apocolypse going on. The only other thing of interest from today was that I found a large group of zombies that hadn't been logged yet... then, I realized. There aren't any NecroTech labs around here! I guess I'll have to find someplace else, then... I'm currently at a hospital further north of my warehouse, trying to stock up on medkits.
10/8/05
-written messily, as if Damien was in a hurry, and unsteady, at the time- Good and bad news... that woman from before, Aska, left me a note while I was sleeping, saying that she would be at her safehouse again. However, I made my way there, and saw, to my horror, that not only was she not there, but in her place was a man I've heard called "Johnthefourth," who had a axe. It's blade was covered in fresh blood... I fear the worst. I could tell that he seemed somewhat hurt, but I'm not sure if I can fight him... all I have is a baseball bat I found recently, which I'm not even particularly good with. But, maybe I can hurt him a bit more, and scare him off... I've got to try! For Aska's sake! I'm going in... I hope that he doesn't get me, as well...
-written further down the page, in steadier writing-
Dammit! I fought him as well as I could... but, I'm just not strong enough! I hurt him a bit, but I had to run away... I hope he doesn't figure out where I ran and hid... There's plenty of other people here, and it's very well barricaded, so I don't think he can make it in... if he does, hopefully others will help me. If he's still there tomorrow, I'll try to finish the job... I'm worried about Aska, though... I have the worst feeling that he's killed her! Maybe, though... if he's gone tomorrow, I'll try to make my way to a NT lab, and get a syringe to revive her... Aska, I'll be back! Please, stay where you are... and, I'm sorry that I wasn't able to help you in time... I feel so horrible... Guess it's more nightmares for me, tonight, once I get to sleep...
10/9/05
Here's how my day went... once I woke up, I headed back to miss Aska's old safehouse, to see if that murderer was still there. He wasn't. Neither was miss Aska herself.
So, after a bit of thinking, I came to a conclusion- If miss Aska had been killed again, she would have risen as one of... them. I personally know that, when one becomes one of them, one sometimes can still have rudimentary thoughts, and so, possibly, she has made her way to someplace where someone could have revivified her... And, if that's happened, she's probably made her way to a hospital someplace.
So, after checking the nearby hospitals, I made my way west, towards Crooketon. After checking a few more hospitals, and still not finding her, I realized that I should find a safehouse, if only a temporary one, in which to hide for the night.
I passed near a firestation, where I decided to look around, and eventually found a fireaxe. Knowing that one of these would help me to fight anyone who should try to attack me, as I'm sure Johnthefourth attacked miss Aska, I could at least try to protect myself. Obviously, without any training, I had no chance of using it effectively, so, I convinced a firefighter hiding out there to train me.
Then, I decided to use the old library I used to work at, the Clement Library, as my temporary hideout. It's... scary, just how different my home seems, now... I used to hang out around here with what few friends I had... and, now, I'm killing them, over and over, now that they've become those risen... those damned... zombies.
10/24/05
It's been awhile since I've written anything in here... I'll give some updates of what's been happening.
A few days after I came to the library, I got a sudden stroke of luck- Miss Aska found me! We were finally able to talk with each other... of course, in between making supply runs, and keeping the area mostly zombie-free. It seems that she's in much the same situation as I am... here, abandoned by NecroTech, and trying to stay alive, to stay sane... It's funny just how much else we have in common, though, though I won't go into that here. Really, I almost wish that we could have met under different circumstances... Oi, I'm making myself blush! It's true, though... she's just so... well, in a single, rather embaressing, word, attractive. I haven't felt this way since I was back in school...
Anyways, my emotions aside, I have an interesting observation. I've found that, even under the most horrible of plagues, such as ours, mankind still has an artistic urge. I have found, on numerous occasions, poetry and paintings, in, of all mediums, spraypaint. It's rather amazing, I think.
At the bottom of the page is scribbled, haphazardly,
Strange... there's a hospital just northwest of my library. Everyday I'd visit, to pack up on more first aid kits. When I went today... it was nearly empty. Miss Aska says that it must have been attacked by zombies... it's so horrible. So many people, killed, and then just tossed aside... and, I think to myself... just how narrowly did we escape? What if I'd decided to stay in the hospital, instead, to be closer to the first aid kits? ...Life is full of what ifs, I suppose...
02/12/06
4:43 AM Powers that Be, it's been awhile... four months, in fact. A quarter of a year... a lot's happened, and yet almost nothing has. Well, I'll start with myself.
I've been training a lot. As much as I hate that it's necesary, I've learned to use all sorts of weapons, to protect miss Aska and myself from zombies and other people. That's not all, though; I've also become even better at medicine. As long as I can find a hospital with a generator, I can do impromptu surgery. Pretty useful, really. Also, I now have a job! "MalTel Division Manager- Ruddlebank." Which means, I set up the HQ for Ruddlebank, and a generator for the building that has the cell tower, and keep them both safe and stocked with supplies. Not very exciting, but still interesting.
Let me see, what else has been happening... Well, Aska and I have moved bases quite a few times, but this one we're in now seems relatively safe. There are plenty of other people around, and they all seem, if nothing else, friendly.
Oddly enough, I haven't had to deal with the zombies much at all lately... I spend most of my time collecting supplies, and working on the cell tower. Hells, for that matter, I haven't dealt with people much, either. It's been forever since Aska and I just sat down and talked... I suppose we're just used to having different schedules. ...I kind of miss our talks, though.
...Hopefully, she won't read this... But, I just have to put it down on paper. I mentioned in my last entry that I'm attracted to Aska... and, well, I find myself liking her more and more as time goes on. I want to ask her on a date, or something, but I can't think of how to do it... I mean, what would we do? Go out zombie hunting together? Have a nice evening of healing infected people at the hospital? It would be too awkward...
I suppose I shall just have to wait. Who knows, maybe we'll be able to get out of here soon... out of this infested pit that was- ...I suppose, for now, is- our home; Malton.
