Journal:Arcos
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A pathetic little composition notebook, stained with blood. The first few pages are filled with financial records. After about the third page, the words "You're reading it backwards" have been written by a different person. Upon flipping the book over, it seems to have been filled out somewhat.
April
17th
Haven't seen Craig in a while, I think he gave up on life. I've been drunk for the past two months I think. It's the Pwotters, if they weren't all over this place, I could stay sober long enough to think a good thought. Anyways, I'm writing from the light of an '87 Sedan that has been serving as my bed for the past two nights. As soon as the zombies clear out of the bar, I can be drunk again. It's an effective, yet cowardly system, because it seems that we get cleared out about once a week now; but we always relax in here for a few days then move back in and enjoy ourselves.
Besides, who said a zombie apocalypse couldn't be fun?
February
11th
Damn, I had to leave Craig way back in a cemetary, now I'm in an unfamiliar suburb that's a good way from good ole Shore Hills. I had to pick up a friend of mine and lead her back, which I'm going to do when I've gotten some more energy. Oh yeah, and the Village People of the Damned nabbed my building while I was away; I'll just have to wait until I get it back.
January
28th
Well, they were right. They hit us like a tsunami, I took it harsh. I traveled far and around, and finally got revived. Craig is laying in Ore Drive, I'm not sure if he got syringed or not, but he's just laying there. Faith, whom I met when my building fell, is also a zombie. I don't know where she's at, if I did I could revive her. I think that zombies are just hemorrhoids incarnate. Anyways, if you are reading this, if you find Bad Faith, please syringe her for me.
December
28th
Dammit, people keep coming, saying that hordes of unimaginable sizes are coming this way. They keep insisting we up the barricades to extremely heavy. But other people will be running this way and will need a place to stay. Unfortunately, when faced with a threat of this size, you have you worry about yourself at some point. So, once they enter Shore Hills, we're upping the barricades, maybe even all around us. We have the resources to hold them, but if one building falls, the rest will be doomed. That should make for an interesting New Year's party.
19th
Found this book again, I had dropped it in this very building. I guess I've got some explaining to do: Well, I died that day. Since then, I've died and come back several times. Now, I'm an expert shot and a lot healthier than I was before. I also founded Ultimex Corporation, I think that if we can find some use for the zombies, we may be able to turn this catastrophy into a boon for all of man kind. Won't you join me in my dream? A long way to come from your humble firefighter, just trying to live to see the next day.
November
Date Unknown
Dammit, all of Shore Hills is crawling with zombies, I learned how to use those damn syringes I keep finding. It hasn't done any good. Two out of three had brain damage. There's no escape so I'm leaving this book as a record. It may already be too late, they've taken the hotel I was in, the PD next to it, the Necrotech building by it, I think the church and the fire department are swarmed. I can only hope that we can stay safe long enough.
October
27th. For sure
All I'm doing now is gathering ammo and resting, so I figure now is a good time to tell you about myself: My name is Arcos Vanheller, I am...was a firefighter back in the US. I came over here on vacation (I had accumulated about a year of leave and it was a use it or lose it situation), I wound up working part time at various FD and I spend a month at some company called "Necrotech", real nice name huh? When my firetruck crashed (a person jumped in the way, turned out it was a zombie), I was the only survivor. I hacked and bashed my way to the nearest PD and loaded up some weapons. My aim sucked, but now I'm pretty good with both a pistol and a shotgun. Fuck, what was that? Okay, someone tipped over a lamp. Scared the piss out of me. It's been a bitch procuring enough munitions to keep me going, so my axe is still my best friend. I found a crucifix the other day and it made me think about zombies and their last rights. I was never much of a Christian, but I ask that their god(s) help them find peace before I kill them. Maybe I'm twisted, everyone knows the rest of the city is. I'm going to pump up this barricade some more, maybe find some food. What I wouldn't give for a shot of liquor.
26th, according to theory.
Dammit, why would you call a place "Malton" if you can't find a damn mall anywhere. I exhausted myself running, I've been camping out in random buildings, apparently there is a heavy concentration of zombies and a relative lack of barricades. I don't have the energy to make a good one right now.
Okay, I'm in a secure building now. If I plan to ever get to a mall, assuming there are any, I'll need ammo. Good thing there's a nearby supply.
25th, I think.
I found this notebook on a zombie I killed, poor guy was still wearing his glasses when I smashed open his chest. I figured he wouldn't need it, so I snagged it. Does that make me a bad person? Can't really see it mattering. Either way, you've found this so I'll probably have dropped it. Or worse, you'll have smashed open my chest and taken it. I've been lucky so far, I haven't died and I've only been infected once. Good thing I had a spare medkit on me. Right now I'm holed up in a church, I'm going to try and make a break for a nearby mall tomorrow.
