Journal:Grant Page
You've been searching through your safehouse, and you come an old, leather bound book entitled...
My Journal: Grant Page
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12th January, 2006
Well, I've found this empty book in my junkyard, and I'm gonna put it to good use! I'm Grant Page, of the Dakerstown Elite Army. I used to be in the DHPD, and before that the army, but I followed Eric here. To Dakerstown: Satin's hell on Earth. Zeds everywhere. On the radio I can hear my friends screaming and dying. Eric's buggered off somewhere, the coward. I saved his life, and what do I get? Nothing! I'm now hiding in a heavilly barricaded junkyard, shacking like a crapping dog. Maybe I should have gone with Cags. She was nice. She helped, and didn't legit when zeds came, and thanked you when you helped. Eric...uhhh, forget it. He's hiding over at our new base. I've got one bullet, and one shell, and there's about five zeds smashing at the door! I hope I make it through the night. If you find this, Eric...f### you! Anyone else, may god save you... (below, Grant has drawn an extensive map of Dakerstown)
13th January, 2006
I'm alive! It's a mircale! The zeds have buggered off somewhere, and I'm sitting here happily! Eric's ordered a retreat from Dakerstown, and I heartily agree: we need more men. If your reading this, JOIN THE DEA!
14th January, 2006
I've left Dakerstown, and am now sharing a safehouse with some bloke called Innocence. Ah well, could be worse...ala Filthy Jenkins! No word from the others...I think they're dead. I heard Saneth and Tarrok going down. Hopefully somebody's still alive. I'll keep broadcasting till I find someone...
15th January, 2006
My safehouse's doors have been torn open, but I'm safe inside a nearby Hosptital. I was searching the area when I saw one of those undead creeps. It was only after I shot it that I realised it was Eric...whoops! He's not gonna be happy when revived! Anyawy, he's got the Caiger Survivors coming to Dakerstown! I'm worried, especially after what they did to F22!
16th January, 2006
Well...I've left the DEA. Eric really took the shooting thing badly. Typical Eric...ah well, I'm resting at Caiger Mall before I move on to bigger and better things, aka the east of Malton! I might go to another mall or something! Or, even better, I'll become a zombie! That'll be fun! Get loads of zed skills and stuff. The future looks good for me, as I sit in an abandoned gun store, thinking...I'll keep this journal for a while, then dump it somewhere. Ah well, until tomorrow!
16th January, 2006
Eric's forgiven me. I'm still out of the DEA, but I'm gonna do them one last favour-set up a portable generator for them! I'm so kind. I've got it, too. Found it in Caiger. Eric wants it up at the Necrotech building. Don't know why, though. Ah well, what the heck! See you tomorrow!
20th January, 2006
Haven't written in a while. My shopping and shooting skills are up very high now, which is pretty cool. I'm still at Caiger, but I'll be moving to Dakerstown again tomorrow. Eric's got a new recruit: Tomm Mann, some japanise scientist. He's an alright man, I'll admit. Ah well, until next time!
2nd May, 2006
Wow. I'd lost this diary and now I've just found it. Bit of a suprise I'll give you. Ah well, since I last wrote I've re-joined the DEA, fought the IWM, and now I'm in Club Illing, Dunell Hills. There's a few other survivors here, too. I'm here cos Dunell is under attack. But we're driving out the zombies and I'm doing my best to help.
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23rd June, 2006
For nearly a year Malton's been quarentined. Bit depressing, I'll admit. The DEA's gone. Eric's gone. Tarrok's gone. Why doe's everything keep dying on me?!
I blame the Imperial War Machine, personally. Those arses never once helped us. Oh yeah, they'll wave that f###### treaty about when they need help, but when we do it's different. Well, they're going down. Today I begin my one-man war against Duck Nuts and the rest of his Star-Wars nerds!
