Journal:Edo Diaz

This is the journal of:
SFC Eduardo "Edo" Diaz
"Gorgon" Urban Combat Special Forces Unit
United Malton Armed Forces

January 17, 2005

So, today, Mom gave me this journal for my birthday. I was kinda dissapointed, expecting a cell phone and all. However, the heavy training we've had recently requires I have a place to vent my anger at my superior officer (besides through prayer and my XBOX), so this will have to do for now. Oh well, almost time for lights-out here at the barracks. I'll write some other time.

August 24, 2005

So, yeah, don't blame me, I lost the damn journal. Now a Sergeant 1st Class, so I do have some authority now instead of my crappy Private days. Also, been tranferred into an Urban Combat SF Unit called Gorgon. I asked around and apparently a Gorgon is a old Greek mythical figure that can turn anything to stone just by looking at it. That's pretty cool, but it must suck when it comes to human interaction. Cleaning my pistol right now, since it fell in the dirt a couple of hours back. So, I'll write sooner than I did before and this time I promise.

October 4, 2005

I know, I know. Hey, I was busy and I give up on trying to write in this thing regularly. Not much new to report. Been getting better with my weaponry and if I were dropped into an urban combat zone right now, I would totally whoop every Charlie I came across. Going to Mass in an hour, so I guess I better get dressed.

November 13, 2005

I have some crazy shit to report today. Apparently, some whackjob disease broke out in the capital city and now there's "Zombies" all over the place. Sounds crazy, I know, but they've quarantined the city and that NEVER happens. I just hope everyone's okay up there.

December 6, 2005

I've volunteered to be airdropped into Malton, where all the Zombie activity has been going on. Well, it's time to kick some undead derrirre and stomp on some Zombie nuts. This will be done with faster than you can say "Grahhh".

December 10, 2005

Wow. Tougher than I thought. A couple a Zombies almost killed me the other day, but I blew their decomposing brains out and now I've got to clean my beret. I'm doing pretty good and I've helped some civilians get into some safe havens in the city.

December 12, 2005

God, help us. Everything has really gone bad in this city and there are some who have gone crazy. They've begun worshipping these freaks in some suburbs. Hey, don't worry. The only way these bastards are getting any praise from me is from a slug in the skull. Met an old friend who told me of a safe haven he's in somewhere in West Grayside. I'm going to make my way there. We've decided to form a resistance group to liberate the city from the Zombies and we've so aptly called it The Southern Resistance, from our location in the city. Ezeikel, my old bud, is waiting there with an old pal of his Anthony Eden. Hopefully, I can make it there in a day or two.

December 14, 2005

It's like a plague! I swear, I think I'm slowly becoming one of them, somewhere in Kempsterbank, north of West Grayside. Gotta get to one of those weird revification clinics. If I do become one, I'm so bashing my head in with my crowbar.

December 17, 2005

Well, got over my slight Zombification and now I'm here at base camp with the other TSR members. Anthony Eden suggested we go to the local fort and pick up supplies there. I'm up for it. Oh, found myself a cell phone, but it seems the only other person in my suburb with one is Mary Lamb. Not a bad thing though, since it's always a good thing when you hav a girl's number in your cell phone. Right now I'm at St. Timothy's Church, praying before we head out again. The priest there gave me a bottle of wine and a first aid kit for my trip. Hopefully, we'll make it there without much trouble.