Journal:Jallus
Will of the Living
- This is an RP journal.*
The Journal of Jallus Dalmund, A military soldier stationed in Malton.
Hey, I’m Jallus Dalmund, private. I’m writing this so the people outside this city can see how bad it is in here. The chaos, terror, destruction, and violence that make up normal life here are enough to drive one mad.
I can’t really remember the day I got here, nor when the things happened, but I can remember WHAT happened- or at least, most of it.
Entry One- First few days.
We’d been assigned to what was supposed to be confidential. A group of scientists had developed a plague that was destroying a city called Malton, and we were to go in and kill all the scientists and infected there. None of our 12-person group thought this was right, but who would question the brass? Right- No one.
We were dropped into hell. Coming down in parachutes, we could see all that was happening. Cars were being torn to pieces as greenish-gray skinned figures ripped through them in an effort to reach the running people, who were brought down and eaten like deer running from hounds. Just as we were reaching ground, a building collapsed from an explosion, and all the paratroopers were blown off course.
I saw two of my teammates crash to the ground, and one onto a mall. The two on the ground were set upon by two of the beasts, and the one on the mall managed to get up and open fire on the ones there.
I had no control, and the back draft thrust me back up into the air. My goddamned parachute pulled me far up, and once again I could see the whole city.
Plenty of buildings were on fire, and I could see figures leaping from above. The entire area was one big noise, gunfire, explosions and moans mixed together. I floated over all this like a leaf, watching tiny ants go through their battles.
Then, of course, I hit the ground.
Two zombies moved in on me, moaning. They grabbed at the parachute, but I’d already scrambled away. Pulling out my M16, I pulled the safety and opened fire- or, at least, hoped to. All that came out was a click, and I saw that it was unarmed. All my ammo, too, had been strapped to the parachute.
With a curse, I pulled out my pistol and opened fire. All six shot hit the zombie, knocking it over. I fled the area, out of ammo and luck.
I don’t exactly recall what happened next, but I went from safe house to safe house, and each time had to flee before the advancing creatures. I didn’t find a single shot of ammo or any weapons for a long time. But in one of the buildings, I found a mobile phone.
In Malton, I had two buddies, Jack Hammersmith and Rath Illuser. Jack’s last name is an old one, back from the medieval ages, and Rath’s name isn’t even his. He’s under a new identity from the secret service, and he got it from some manga. He likes those kinds of things. (Go figure.) In a bright idea moment, I called up Jack.
Amazingly, he answered. “Who is this?” I almost laughed with relief. “Jack, it’s me, Jallus!” We conversed for a while, and he told me to head to the southeast. That was the way to Roftwood from my position. He was in Eligius Hospital, in the center of a safe zone with a Mall, PD and fire station. It was my best hope.
Unfortunately, I pretty much never made it.
One night, I slept in a strongly barricaded house. No one was inside, so I thought I’d take advantage of that. Unfortunately, three zombies attacked in the night. I was, suffice to say, mauled.
When I awoke, I found I could still think. Trying to say something, instead I heard:
“Mrh?”
Rising to my fee, I glanced at the other couple of zombies in the room. I ‘mrh?’d again.
One of them replied in a completely nonsensical phrase, with the word ‘banana’ used in excess. I ran (stumbled, lurched, whatever.) out of the building. What followed was a few days of starvation, when I finally fell, exhausted, into the suburb of Roftwood.
When I woke up, I found myself alive again. What a pleasant surprise. I nearly toppled immediately after, feeling the effects of infection. I ran through the streets, finally falling inside of the hospital.
“Welcome to Roftwood, Jallus!” Jack smiled, helping me up. “Get this man a FAK, he needs it!”
I’d finally found a safe point. For the next week or so, I ran about, killing zeds and building radios. And now, I can get to the journal.
Entry Two – May 31st:
Zombies attacked the hospital, and there was a battle near the Summer Building. I went over and lent a hand. Jack’s moved over to Hildebrand. Killed one, then had to get out of there. Radio-d to tell everyone what happened. No word from Rath still.
Entry Three – June 01, 0820 hours.
Woke up and found my head aching and Eligius bashed. The barricades and people had been pounded all night, and I had the misfortune to be knocked out. They destroyed the generator, so now we have a worthless transmitter, and a couple of zeds pounding on the doors. Jack came back. I also found out who’s doing this. They’re called the Militant Order of Barhah, and they’re either passing through or attacking, no one really cares. It’s pretty chaotic.
Entry Four – June 02, 1580 hours.
Fought a zed with my knife, and killed him. We’ve got the police station back, though, and things are looking up. The Zombie group passed through, we think. Things are settling down.
Entry Five – June 03, 1450 hours.
Nothing happened today. We’ve repopulated the PD and most of the area. No sign of the zeds. One of the survivors is having a kid. No one knows what might happen, considering the circumstances.
Entry Six – June 04, 1600 hours.
Fought and killed a couple zeds, not too hard. What I’m wondering, though, is why one of them didn’t react? Are they asleep? Hmm.
About the child- It was a normal birth, far as I could tell, but the kid began to show differences. He was strong, and seemed very smart, but he also had pure white eyes, even though he could see.
Entry Seven – June 05, 1500 hours.
Well, surprise surprise. A very good thing happened today:
Rath made it here.
I’d fought with a zed and been bitten, so I settled down to wait it out. About an hour later runs in Rath, exhausted, wounded, but still has calm as ever.
“Hey, Jallus. I made it.”
Entry Eight – June 09, 1100 hours.
Rath’s settled in nicely, and we’ve had a few breakins, but other then those, nothings been happening. The Militant Order must’ve cleared out.
To the east, though, there’s a mall under attack. There’s over 70 (!) zombies banging on the doors!
Entry Nine - June 16, 1840 hours.
Hmm... Twenty-two zeds being sheltered by the Quartley Library. That's kind of annoying. They can just run out of there, kill people, and hide inside again. Darn no-kill zones.
Entry 10 - June 21
I'm really getting annoyed. PKers are everywhere- Maybe half the people are them. These psycho-killers think themselves awesome because they make the zeds have an easier chance of winning? How sad is that? They all probably work for the Death Cultists.
Entry 11 - June 25, 0950 hours.
I got out of Eligius. The newest generation of survivors aren't too smart, and the radio is flooding over with broadcasts. I'm going to Ethelberts Hospital. Should be less crowded.
Entry 12 - June 28, 2120 hours.
Ethelberts is a lot more quiet, but much more dangerous. It's near Blackmore, the only Necrotech in Ridleybank.
I also heard that Nichols Mall was taken over by horde called LUE, which, in all, has 400 or so members! I have a bad feeling that they're headed for Hildebrand next.
Entry 13 - July ??, ???? hours.
- The page is splattered with blood and dirt*
Mrh? MRH? MRH!!!!! Graagh. Graaaaagh! Mrh? Mrh? Mrh? Mrh? Mrh? Mrh? ...
Brnhr.
Entry 14 - July 10, 1140 hours.
Two things have happened- The entirity of Roftwood fell, and I found out my zombie can hold a pen.
It took almost no time. LUE crashed through Hildebrand like a hot knife through Butter. There were no survivors that I know of- And Rath was in there. Jack, too. It's sad.
The St. Ethelberts staff retreated from one Hospital to another, until we ended up in Gregory Hospital in Crowbank. I've been taught a little bit of Healing from the staff, and I've been going around healing people and barricading against zombies.
Not much has happened toda- *The page is slightly dripped with blood.*
Stupid zombies. Broke in and only me and another guy were awake. I knocked one out (That's possible.) and now I'm exhausted... Can't write anymore.
Entry 15 - July 15, 9530 hours.
I died again. Meh. But, I was revivified. And now the St. Ethelberts staff have started heading towards Roftwood. We've moved to St. Boniface's Hospital. Most of us are there.
Entry 16 - August 23, 2100 hours
Well, LUE have slaughtered Malton. Most of the Malls are dead, some have been retaken. Even the famous Caiger Mall, now a shadow of its glory, is now dead and gone. These zombies are simply amazing, and I have to admit I'm terrified. But we're back in Ethelbert's, safe and sound. Most of the staff is back.
On another note, I'm hunting a killer, Prepuce. He went in and shot Ms. Morg, Greenwing and a patient, then legged it.
Entry 17 - September 12
This is not Jallus- Not anymore. I found his journal in the burned out wreckage of St. Ethelberts. My name is Rath- He's mentioned me, I'm sure.
Lue killed us all- I was nearly crushed by rubble and put in a coma. I woke up in the ruined mall, underneath a mound of rubble. I dug my way out, and fled.
So far as I know, Jallus may have died in Ethelberts, but there weren't any bodies. I hid in a warehouse with six other breathers for three days- then zombies broke in, and I died. It was pretty painful, but I'm writing still. I'm revived, and headed back to where I came from- Scarletwood. I heard it isn't so dead now.
Oh- I remembered. One of them mentioned Fort Creedy, and that Jallus may have been trying to escape or find someone. I wonder if he ever caught the PKer.
