Journal:Jonathan Karver
I found this composition book in a journalist's desk. I think I'm going ot record all that I see during my "stay" in Malton, whenever this ends someone should know what happened. What we had to suffer through. My one wish is that if I die.... if I become one of them, that someone will take this journal and keep it safe. Our records will be the only thing that we can pass on.
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February
20
After finding this book, I ran from the building. I don't know why. It was safe in there, all those things couldn't get in. Some kind survivor had passed by and moved some junk in front of the doors. I didn't ask for his help, I didn't need it either...
I've been in Malton since the beginning, my family was with me too. I don't know where they are though, when we were being evacuated we got split up. I looked for them, but they had moved on... or, become one of them. This isn't fair, why did I have to be stuck here. My family is dead, and I'll be one of them too. I know it. Eventually we will all be one of them.
21
I ran from the old warehouse I had been huddled in for most of the night. A pack of zombies had torn through the barricades. I left the other survivors there, a meal for those things. I'm sure I should feel bad for not trying to help them, but what was I suppose to do? I'm just a kid, how am I suppose to kill the dead? It's not possible!
I found myself out in the street for a while, today. After running into more then one corpse I decided I needed to defend myself. After wandering for a few hours I found my way into a fire station. I don't know why I didn't go to a police station. My father never liked guns, he wanted to save people, not hurt them. That's probably why he was a doctor, a doctor that was relocated to Malton...
Anyway, I found a axe in the station. I thought it would be wise to stay away from such a. high priority building, so I left. Too bad for me. I ran out without looking beforehand. A nice pack of three zombies were waiting for me, I guess I thought that was as good a time as any to try out my new weapon. Let me tell you, the things may seem slow, but they can catch you if your not careful. I found myself running, the three of them had managed to sink their grimy hands into me. It hurt so much.
A hospital is a good place for a hurt person I guess... plenty of doctors, ton of good doers. I don't like them though... I guess it's because I don't trust them.
22
I don't know why, but I left Roachtown... it was pretty safe there, but I didn't want to stay there. I feel as though something is drawing me North. I heard there was a nice mall up there, Bale Mall. I've been there a couple times with my family. I think I know my way around it well enough to live there.
I've gone through two suburbs, and most buildings are so barricaded I can't even enter. I've decided it would be in my best interest if I stopped before I got too tired. I may have not been able to find a nice place to sleep. I took my own little nook in the Sheldon Lane PD. Before I slept I searched around and found a few shotgun shells, a pistol clip, and an empty pistol. I havn't loaded the pistol yet, but I know I should use it. I think it would be a good idea to stay as far away from the rotters as possible.
