Journal:Jon D'oh/Sep06

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September 2006 Diary Archive

08 Sept 06

Inserted into Pennville via Blackhawk, reviewed maps and oriented. It's zombie-busting time!

09 Sept 06

Found out that Malton isn't a very nice place. I was attacked while sleeping. I can't believe the motherfucker BIT me. BIT ME!! Jesus. Over two thousand years of organized warfare, and I'm bleeding out from a bite. This was a very good reminder to remember my training. I no longer fear my drill instructors more than the zombies. Dry on ammo. Sonofabitch took three clips, and still didn't drop. I'm here to tell you, shooting at targets is one thing, it's another ball game entirely when the targets are trying to kill you, right back! I need to find a fresh bandage for my arm. Dammit! It's gonna need stitches. I think I'm going to puke.

12 Sept 06

I have never been so sick in my life. I must have passed out. I've never had such vivid nightmares! I woke up in a cold sweat and a burning pain in my neck. I was obviously treated by a medic, given the empty syringe that I found laying next to my head. At least, I hope it was a medic. And I hope that was some kind of medicine. Right now, I really don't care. Too bad that they didn't hang around, I would have at least liked to thank them . . . or something. Feel like I was kicked in the balls by a bigfoot wearing steel-toe slippers, but even that's a vast improvement over yesterday. Now I remember why I swore off tequila. Really need some ammo. Where the hell is that goddamn resupply drop?

13 Sept 06

Found my way into a safehouse, with some survivors. They're looking at me like the cavalry's arrived, and I'm looking at them like they're so fucked. I've just gotta hole up and get my shit straight here. Ammo would be nice. . . and a beer . . . and a . . . BAH! Just pass the God blessed ammo. Hiding out in a dank, dark little hole is for the animals. This sucks.

14 Sept 06

Found a cop shop. Place was loaded with survivors. At least this bunch is better armed. Stocked up with as much ammo and equipment as I could carry. I even found an old coach-shotgun in one of the evidence lockers. Rabbit-ears and all! Gonna have some fun with this. Daddy green and his wrecking machine are up in the house!

16 Sept 06

Not good. Not good. NOT GOOD! Omigod, the fucking zeds blew threw that barricade like sweet mamma's bingo money. New rule: No camping in a cop shop! I swear I think the zeds could smell us in there. Barely got out with most of my ass intact. More than I can say for about half of the survivors. Got ripped up pretty good covering the escape. Definately gonna need a corpsman for this. Think I'll just rest here for awhile. If it comes down to it, I'm gonna smoke the muzzle. No fucking way I'm going to turn into one of those . . . things. At least I have ammo enough now to follow through.

17 Sept 06

There may just be a God, afterall. Thought for sure I was a goner, when this . . . guy . . . showed up and started putting me back together. Way better than any corpsman or physican I've ever run across before. Hands like a surgeon. Either way, definately saved my life. I'll be saying a little prayer for him every night until the day I d- . . . er . . you know.

19 Sept 06

I couldn't hit the broadside of a barn if I were standing inside of it with this fucking shotgun! Going to have to seriously address this issue, if I'm going to continue to lug the damn thing around. Been watching some of the other survivors and figured out how to better move between buildings. Keeps this young man off the streets, which is definately a good thing. The best place for a zed is the rear-view mirror, if you know what I mean.

20 Sept 06

Going to try and check out that hospital over there today. I can see it here from the roof, lights on and everything. Given my luck with the zeds, might not be a bad idea to hang kinda close to a medical facility. They'll be able to plan their retirement off me, heh heh. More when I get back.

So much for that brilliant idea. Got stuck outside, wore myself out trying to get back INside. Made it to another cop shop, sort of on the way, did some scrounging. Gotta crash, I'm whipped. Learned something today, at least: PLAN YOUR TRAVEL ROUTE FROM BUILDING TO BUILDING *BEFOREHAND*

22 Sept 06

Finally getting better at dropping zeds. Hell, no surprise with the practice I've been getting. Getting better with the shotgun, too. There's a horde forming up a few doors down, we had to cull that herd down before it became unmanageable. Couple of us went down to take care of business. Unfortunately, we ran outta ammo before we ran out of zombies. I half dread the thought of having to go back to the cop shop for an ammo run. I'm already seeing some familiar faces in the hordes. I'm not eager for any more of that. Gotta crash.

23 Sept 06

Hat's off to the boys working the barricade effort. I was able to slip in and out of the cop shop without incident. Made off with some ammo, but I freaked and pulled out when I heard that all-too-familiar scratching at the doors. I'll chance another trip tomorrow. Spent the rest of the day doing some much needed weapons maintenance. Gotta take care of the toys that take care of me.

25 Sept 06

Awoke to the sound of zeds beating down the doors. By the time I got downstairs, they had the doors blown open and were coming through. I was able to beat them back and ditch the bodies before sealing the doors. Tried to barricade it up the way I had seen some of the others do it before. It appears that it may just hold them for awhile. Yelled over to the folks next door to let them know. Found a six-pack in one of the fridges. I think I'll just sit right here for awhile to keep an eye on my handywork, and make a few dead soldiers of my own.

Bastards beat their way in next door. Ran over to lend what help I could. I hate to think the thought, but could there be such a thing as zed spies? I swear one of the ones I just dusted was acting particulary weird and asking alot of questions just the day before, and not as a zed . . . except for the damn smell. Enough . . . I don't even wanna go there. That's what I get for drinking earlier. Maybe I'll ask Sam tomorrow. Gotta catch some Z's . . . ewwww, that has a whole new meaning now. Fuck it, it's naptime.

27 Sept 06

I have to give them credit, the zeds are as persistent as they are smelly. They busted in the doors real sneaky-like during the early morning hours, just before everyone was awake. Obviously caught the firewatch sleeping on post, I'll have a bit of a word with him later. We got lucky this time, and was able to stem the flow before it got out of hand. We got them stopped, dropped and flopped, and was re-barricading in less than 15 minutes. We may just have the beginnings of an Olympic team here!

On the downside, I'm T-Totally whipped, and not one fresh clip to my name. It must have shown, the quick search for supplies at the cop-shop on the way back drew up a big fat nix.

I Did get a chance to play around with that strange little device I picked up off of a dead zed the other day (heh, nice rhyme, maybe there's a future in it.) One of the guys called it a 'DNA Extractor', and showed me how to use it. Seems a bit morbid that someone has actually had the time and (grisly) thought of tracking and monitoring the goddamn zeds. The only place I'm interested in seeing them is back on hell's doorstep where they belong. More later, I think there's actually some chatter on the radio!

29 Sept 06

Reached a couple other guys from my unit on the radio, they were dropped in other parts of Malton, but are making their way here as I write. It's going to be good fighting alongside them again. Not that there's a slacker amongst the fine folks I've been with for the last couple weeks, I'd charge hell with a bucket of water for any one of them. They'd make some damn fine Marines. Perhaps now we might even begin taking back territory, instead of just treading water.

Might have to start looking for another police precinct soon. Supply is drying up something fierce. The barricade effort and the overall defense effort going as well as it has has had a direct impact on resource availability. Ammunition just isn't what it used to be. According to the map on the wall at the cop shop, there's another precinct about 6 blocks away. I'll probably try to make my way out there to check it out after I get done with the morning rounds.