Journal:Eri Eligar
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A small, leatherbound notebook. Tattered, it contains the thoughts of Eri Eligar, on a quest to find out just who he is...and what the heck is going on.
Unknown Day, 2006
11:40PM (4:40 GMT)
I've lost track of days now. I know that it's been a few weeks at least, but no one seems to know what's going on. People here at Caiger are far too busy to give the day. Too many Zombies running loose. I've honed my gun skills to the point where they were before this mess happened..though I'm afraid there are some parts of that life that I'll never be able to recover.
I've been ducking in and out of the mall, running across rooftops and jumping across poles to reach other buildings...it's much safer than going out on the streets. Hell, it's the only way to get into some of these buildings - people here have barricaded them so much, there's no room to fit anything else. Of course, zombies beat away at the 'cades day in and out.
All in all, things aren't looking much better. I have, however, discovered that shooting a zombie in the head makes it much harder for them to reanimate. Perhaps we can slow them down enough to revive them all and rid ourselves of this hellish disease...if it's something that can be cured entirely. There seem to be thousands of zombies. It will take a truly dedicated force to bring them down. That's why I recently joined the DHPD. Maybe we can swell our numbers and revive these things back to human form...but maybe some of them deserve to stay dead.
~ Eri
February 20, 2006
9:15 AM (14:38 GMT)
I've been ducking out of the mall through various back passages and taking shots at zombies. I've had to replenish my ammo much more often since I've been here...and it hasn't been due to shitty aim. I suppose that's a good thing, as it has allowed me to become much better at scrounging around for ammunition (gained: Bargain Hunting). I never did like malls...until now. With the plethora of ammunition that I've been finding, you'd think christmas came early.
~ Eri
February 17, 2006
9:38 PM (2:38 GMT)
It has been a few days since I have had a chance to record anything. I found myself being of little use in Dunnell Hills...zombies appeared less frequently. While it is nice that they aren't around, I've heard rumors that more and more of them are attacking Caiger Mall. Nirovan mentioned that he was heading that way, so I figured I'd go that way as well.
I had picked up the ability to jump across buildings...I haven't seen the zombies do any jumping yet, so I figured this was the best way to avoid any skirmishes for the moment. I headed from building to building and arrived at Caiger a few days ago.
The first thing I noticed was how horribly packed that mall was. I thought it was bad back when people shopped in it... 1000's of survivors ran around, reinforcing doors, issuing orders, and scouring for supplies. To be honest, I was kind of surprised that any supplies remained. I guess dead people make for good recycling.
I managed to pick up a few more guns in the gun store. I'd normally not bother carrying so many guns around, but with the frenzy that these survivors appear to be in, I'm guessing that I'll need them. I'm now sporting a hefty 6 shotguns...bit of a weight load, but I've managed some straps to hold them all (looks quite interesting, I must say). I'm also lugging 4 pistols...unfortunately, I have very little ammo for such an arsenal.
Speaking of pistols, I was cleaning a new one that I'd picked up earlier (I found some gun polish in one of the gun stores) when it accidentally discharged. Fucking thing was faulty. I heard an "oof!" when it shot off and I looked to go see what poor soul I'd hit. Oddly enough, it was Nirovan! Well, following his directions, I patched up his wounds some. That could be a handy skill...I might need to get him to teach me some more.
Well, I need some sleep.
February 12, 2006
1:32AM (6:32 GMT)
I grabbed my guns and roamed around the block a little bit. Ran into two of those 'shamblers,' as people around here call them. They had another survivor cornered - I spent a few clips of ammo dropping them to the ground. I've found that my accuracy has become much better as of late. I think my confidence might be beginning to return.
Nirovan filled me in on what's been happening. He shared my past with me. Apparently my twitch came about when my wife died. Some kind of nervous disorder - that's why I was assigned to dispatch. I suppose most people would feel grief under normal situations, but these are far from normal situations. As much as I'd love to feel sad about her being gone, I don't remember anything about her. It is almost like an empty hole in my life. I now know that she existed, but I cannot remember her - either for joy or grief. I suppose that this is good, for now, as I can focus on staying alive.
Battle : The fight with the zombies went rather smoothly. I only missed a few shots, keeping a good supply of remaining ammunition. Those bastards are pretty resilient. I'll have to look into more effective ways of killing them. Emptying one of my three pistols, I tossed it back at St. Justin's. Maybe someone will stumble upon it and find a use for it (OOC: Yes, I know, you can't find guns in a hospital. It helps explain the magical 'finding of guns' though :P ).
February 10, 2006
1:13PM
I found an old leather jacket in a heap of trash yesterday and managed to cut some makeshift straps for gun holsters using a pair of medical scissors from one of my FAKS (this took a few hours. those scissors suck). I scrounged around for some more materials, trading a couple of spare flak jackets for some more ammunition. I even managed to acquire a couple more guns, hence the need for the holsters.
I'm pretty well stocked up on ammunition now. I buzzed Nirovan on the radio - let him know that I've got guns. I asked where he was and if he needed help. I'm still waiting on a response. He was busy patching someone up. I hope the poor bastard lives. I don't remember much about him, but I'm sure Nirovan's a damn good doc.
I've only got one FAK left. I used my other to patch up another soldier's wounds. He had some pretty bad scratches and bites, but he seemed fine, otherwise. I'm not much of a doctor, so I just wrapped everything in gauze. I'm sure I would've caused more damage than good had I used a needle.
I have plenty of supplies for a bit, now. I'm going to get some rest while waiting for Nirovan to respond.
~Eri
10:24PM
Personal Thoughts of Eri Eligar
I'm still not entirely sure who I am - rather, who I was. Now, I suppose that I'm just another survivor, struggling to make it in this apocalptyic hell-hole.
I really need to find some time to sit down with Nirovan - see what he can tell me. Maybe he knows why I developed that twitch in my hand. All I know is that it began about 3 years ago...
February 08, 2006
10:52 PM
The past few days proved to be rather fruitful. I found myself regaining courage and my twitch went away. This produced much steadier aim in my hands. I scrounged around town, running between buildings to avoid being caught by another zombie. I managed to pick up a shotgun from a back room in the Yea Drive Police Station. Heck, I even managed to find a near-empty box of shells in one of the out-of-order bathrooms. It had 4 spare shells in it, but that's better than nothing. I've felt that disease once, I don't want it again.
A couple days later, I picked up a pistol off a looney. They really need to be careful who they give guns to these days. Luckily for me, he had the safety on and lacked the sanity to remove it. I ushered him to a cot and left him there. I hope he manages to regain his senses some day. Hell, I hope I don't lose my own. The pistol was loaded. He also had 3 spare clips on him. Damn psycho...
I headed back over to Stephen General and picked up some medkits. I figured they might come in handy. I was on my way back when I ran into one of those bastards. I had some ammo, so I took a shot. That's when I realized that my accuracy was much better now. Another showed up and, not wanting to test my luck, I took off and hid out in Yea Drive for a few hours. I decided to peek back out and one of the bastards was still there. I expended the majority of my ammo, not wanting to get too close, but I managed to drop the damn thing. After my experiences, I doubt its permanent, but I sure as hell left a mark.
Ammo Count: 2 Pistols, 3 Bullets (Not a good ratio there).
1 Shotgun, 4 Shells (Not bad, but I haven't had much practice with this).
I'd best get some sleep. I've been feeling better lately and I plan to patrol some later.
~ Eri
February 05, 2006
2:40am (Written after the fact)
As time progressed, I found myself less able to work my appendages. I am beginning to really think that I am dead. The blood on my shirt...the inability to form coherent speech...the rigor mortis setting in...I am barely even able to write anymore. Too time consuming. I wandered to the nearest church, in the hopes that 'holy ground' might provide a haven from this disease that is infesting my body. I struggled as hard as I could to manage some speech, but it was once again just a "mrh?". I hope the people can understand.
~Thoughts I had while still a zombie.
7:30pm (active again)
I awoke to my normal, disgruntled self. I guess there is a cure for this abomination of a disease. Thank God...although I find myself losing quite a bit of faith. Why in the nine hells would a God be kind enough to give us a cure if he put these bastards here in the first place? Hell, I'm not expecting any more divine favors. I found my way up to Stephen General Hospital, but Nirovan wasn't there. I took a brief look around, but didn't manage to find anything. I imagine that the place has been pretty much picked clean at this point. I had to use up the antibiotics in my only FAK to stop some damn infection that I'd acquired. I think I might risk heading to the nearest police station and seeing if I can't scrounge up some more batteries and some ammo. I'm running low on both. It's too bad they don't stock sanity anywhere. I think I might be running low on that, as well.
When I get back, I'll offer my assistance to the DHPD. After the cure they gave me, I guess I pretty much owe them my life. Besides, maybe I can get some answers that way.
9:00pm
I rushed a few blocks down to the nearest police station. That place was packed with survivors. I expected to be much happier to see so many living people, but their spirits weren't exactly great. I managed to acquire a spare pistol and clip of ammo, but I didn't want to take all of their supplies, so I headed out again. Stumbling across a barricaded Fire Station I slipped in to find a few more survivors. I picked up a fire axe and a portable generator. Good, power. The axe will be nice if I absolutely have to get close to one of those roaming bastards, too. I'm too tired to head back to Stephen General though, so I'll hole up here for the night.
~Eri
February 03, 2006
5:35pm
What in the nine hells has happened to me? I awoke with blood covering my body, my clothes shredded. My skin feels stiff to the touch, but I can't feel much of anything that I walk on. My mind is clouded and I feel this strange urge to eat. What, I'm not sure. It is an aching hunger that burns away in the corner of my mind.
What's odder yet is that I awoke outside the building with a number of those...things that I saw earlier. Have I become one of them? I can't seem to manage words, either. Just a mumbling and groaning. That must be those noises I heard a couple days back. I must be one of them...
8:27pm
I seem to have stopped earlier, unable to think. I'm not sure what came over me. I awoke recently, lying on my back. I don't feel any pain, but I'm unable to stand. (I must say that it is quite awkward writing like this). I wonder if someone mistook me for one of those things. I've got to get some medical attention...I don't want to die a monster...I don't want to die not knowing who - or what - I am.
I tried the radio...all I could manage was a "mrh?"..I doubt that Nirovan fellow will know what the hell I meant. I'd best rest now. If I'm going to manage to avoid any more incidents like this, I'll need my strength.
~ Eri
February 02, 2006
I managed to scrounge up a spare clip of ammo for my pistol, but the whole building appeared to be empty of anything else that might be useful. I also found this tattered, empty notebook and a pen. I wandered around for a while, but I began seeing people that didn't seem quite...alive. I'm not sure if I'm crazy or not, but I didn't want to stick around and find out. I headed somewhere to the west. I've been walking for the past two days. I never thought I'd find myself eating out of a turned-over trash can, but that was the best 1/2 a sandwich I've ever had. I guess we all do strange things when we need to. I'm not sure where I am, but I'm surrounded by those creatures.
a few hours later...
I'm sitting in an empty hospital. One of those things is in here with me, but it appears inactive. There are more of them outside, but this building is barricaded from inside. The only thing I can relate them to is a zombie...but that's probably just superstitious hogwash. Zombies are just cheap effects for horror movies...they can't really exist, can they? I'd keep moving, but I'm so damn tired. Maybe I should shoot the thing, just in case.
Bang, Bang
Damn. My accuracy isn't as good as it used to be...i'm so..tired..need sleep. ~~illegible scribbles~~
a few hours later...
I awoke about half an hour ago, still groggy. It will take me a while to get my strength back. My hand is still twitching violently. I guess it's a good thing I can write and shoot with my left. I was surprised when I woke up. That...thing...wasn't there. Just a normal person. He looked to be taking a nap, so I grabbed my gun and looked around the hospital. I found a first-aid kit that looked to have a couple of bandages in it. Stuffed it in my pack -- maybe it'll come in handy.
9:15 PM
I found a small, battery-operated clock in one of the hospital rooms. Figured I might as well take it with me. I'm still not feeling up to a long hike across town. I'll rest here for a few more hours. I'm tempted to call up Nirovan on that radio again. It's such a comfort to hear a human voice again. I wonder how much longer those batteries will last. Well, i'd best head back to the lobby. Maybe that guy has woken up.
February 01, 2006
I woke up in the corner of some office, today, bruised and battered. I'm not entirely sure how I got there, or why. I couldn't think of my name either, until I saw it stitched on my sleeve. Eri Eligar. Doesn't ring any bells. I try and remember what happened, but the only images my mind is able to muster are big blurs. Loud moaning and howls came through a nearby shattered window, and I felt more fear than I've felt in a long time. My twitch started up again - my right hand, shaking violently if I don't steady it. My gun hand is as good as ever, though. I'd best go find some ammo.
I found a small satchel near the door of this office. My name is on the door, too, but the door isn't on its hinges anymore. Not to abuse the saying, but it looked like a hurricane came through there. Water layered the floor, about half an inch. I guess a pipe busted somewhere. I checked the satchel and found a small radio in the satchel and just hit the frequency it was set to. Got someone named Nirovan. He claimed to know me, but I can't seem to remember who he is. He told me to head west, to a place called Stephen General. Maybe I can find a map somewhere....or a person. I haven't seen anyone alive yet. Lots of dead people, though. I wonder what happened...
