Journal:Last Hope founders

Chapter 1: Super Holt 2

Prologe I was fighting non stop for almost 3 months(game time) almost never having time to relode or search for ammo. Everyone there pulled together and showed the true power of humans, and their true hearts when working together.

Begining: After The Triumphant victory at Caiger Mall the humans began to rejoyce. Never before has such a wonderfull haman victory been achieved.

Tragedy:I am Jacob Holt aka Super Holt 2, I was a part of that historical battle. At the end, I celebrated. I gathered my strength and headed out for another battle with the undead beasts, I DIED.

Revived: When I was revived from my twisted persona; by an old friend, fagboy aka Matt Howard; I heard stories of humans turning on each other and cowaring inside what once was a proud place, Caiger Mall.

Outrage: I was OUTRAGED that they would let a great victory goto waste and sadly lay down their swords to the zombie scum.

Doom: With mutany among humans and Majority hidding away, anyone with the hero's spirit were like cows to the slaughter, which contributed to the zombie population. DOOM was spreading through the land.

Last Hope: I will NOT give up. I am NOT a coward. I have assembled a small band of troops to lead off against the always increasing zombie race. If this effort fails it will insure the death off all humans. This is the Last Hope

Debut: The Arkhams was my first order of business. I gathered 12 new friends, including fagboy and headed up a full on assalt against the small Hordes residing in New and Old Arkham. This will be like a fish in the ocean compared to what we have planned.

It hasn't stopped Last Hope fell and was revised as a mercinary group. I've now seen the true dark in everyone's heart. People are vicious when trying to survive, they would kill you to stay alive just a little longer.

The Heathers I have been put on many hit lists but I stay alive by surrounding myself with paid friends and hiding in inconspicuous buildings. Inside I still want to help all of humanity and not just myself, that is why when the contract was finished I took a trip to The Arkhams to recelect.

Chapter 2: fagboy

I joined the US military because I needed the money to go to college. I thought the worst place on Earth they could send me would to the war in Iraq. I was wrong...

I arrived in Judgewood with a radio linking guidance from Super Holt 2. He's a year younger than me, so I questioned his knowledge of what was really going on. But then I figured, well, he's still alive, so he must be doing something right. I was suppose to meet up with him at a little quiet suburb called Ridleybank. Things weren't gonna just be a walk through the park, though. I made my way to Yagoton, where I came into contact with high-spirited fellas who had set up a base in a church called the "Yagoton Revivification Clinic." These brave men had set up a place for zombies to return to "light side of the force". I was moved by their dedication and compassion so I joined up, and gained knowledge and understanding of the "zeds". I found myself interested in the way they thought, how "human" their mind was. I studied their instincts, their motivations, their ambitions. I felt like I was on the breakthrough of something big, when disaster struck...

The Minions of the Apocalypse. At the time, they were the biggest and crudest group of undead in the city. Though they couldn't verbally communicate, they all seemed to have an understanding of the tasks at hand. I later learned of possible human involvement with these creatures. That was never comfirmed, though. The Minions of the Apocalypse tore down the chapel of which we offered life and wrecked our labs. Several were lost, but not me. I stayed and fought. Eventually they moved on, but the damage had been done. Yagoton's glory days were over.

We had to keep going, though. Several survivors and I decided to try to rebuild the church. We wanted to bring life back to the church just like we had given life back to the hundreds of zombies before. We called ourselves "The Abandoned". Most believed the name came from the fact that we all came from an abandoned group, but in our hearts we had a deeper meaning for it. We were abandoned by our country. We knew now that there was no escape, and no way of survival in this area. But we figured, hey, why not take some undead back to the graves with us?

I got my lab back up and going. Growing up I had a big interest in Psychology, so it was only appropriate that I look into the minds of the undead. I captured one and hid him in a backroom of a nearby warehouse. I later found out he was a local of Malton before the attack, and because of his criminal background he had given himself the nickname "Skiminal". Apparently it was a play of words on his name or something. Skiminal was an interesting zed. He felt fear. When I came into the room he would back against the wall, letting his chains sink to the floor. I fed him parts of my fallen comrades. I tried to find a spark of memory within him. I decided the best way to approach him was pretending he was a baby I was trying to teach how to talk. Despite my months of effort, I got nothing more than a "Mmr?" out of him.

It was about this time when Caiger Mall got under seige from my former "friends" the Minions of the Apocalypse. I wanted to avenge the death of the clinic so I assembled a team of 8 friends to come with me to attack Caiger. Unfortunately, the day we arrived there the battle had just ended. I swear, I have the worst luck.

I had written this all in my diary. One day a rag-tag group of anti-heroes came by calling themselves the "Neon Knights." I was skeptical of them, but I had found it wise to make friends with any human you can find when you're in a life-and-death situation. One day after feeding Skim I went to my room to find my diary missing. I didn't have time for the panic to hit me, because instead a bullet hit me right in the back. Thank God for small favors and flak jackets. It was a member of the Neon Knights. They had found out about the experiments I had done on Skiminal, and considered the experiments I had done as horrific as the experiments done on the Jews at the Nazi Concentration camps. I tried explaining that I wanted to find a new way to deal with these zombies besides the traditional bullet, but they didn't listen. They destroyed the place. I escaped. How? I don't remember. The whole time it was gray. The only thing I remember is running for what seemed like an entire day, and eventually tripping on a culvert.

Yagoton had fallen once more, and I wasn't about to go back to that place. Just like Skiminal, I too felt fear. I wanted to cower in a corner and never leave. I had to keep going, though. The undead have no empathy.

I don't know how long I walked after that. According to my watch it was only nine hours, but I think my watch was lying. I ended up in a semi-empty mall called Tynte Mall. I thought it would be a safe refuge, despite it's worn-out appearance.

Richmond Hills was a bustling part of Malton. Was. Now it was just a giant ruin. I found refuge with a small group of new recruits inside of an abandoned Necrotech lab. I had nowhere to go, so I decided to call this place home. It was a bit shabby, but had a niceview of the once Malton City Zoo. More importantly, though, there were few zombies around. At the time, at least. I became a scavenger, running aruond the area finding supplies. One day in an attempt to escape from a zombie, I stumbled upon a factory

Malton is a 100 by 100 suburb Hell. They government says that the "outbreak" is contained, but the Devil's minions can never be contained.

Chapter 3: Grau Fox

I wasn't always called Grau Fox, before that bloody night of hell I was named Maynard Dass. I was born here in Malton at the Cyril General Hospital(which is in the Roachtown Suburb) and my beloved parents, God may you rest their souls and undead bodies, raised me in our house on Bayfield Drive.

My childhood was always filled with many friends, some from the "rich kid" school Vaux Grove and some from the public school Slape Way. One of those was a particular friend named Daegen Alner, son of the famous millionaire Darius Alner.

When became good friends over the years and we roomed during college. It all started on the weekend of the July 3. I was visiting Daegen and his father when there was the noise of shooting in the distance.

At first it was subtle, ang................ bang............. Bang...... BaNg......BANg...BANG, the sound was coming nearer and getting louder. BBBAAANNNGGG!!! We ran to the windows to see what was going on out side. There before us was five men with guns shooting at what looked like to be men, women, and even children.

Then I noticed those people weren't normal. They were walking slow and they were green tinted with blood on their bodies. It dawned on me that these were the living dead, you know zombies! Than suddenly there was a terrible scratching at the doors and windows. The zombies were every where and trying to get our flesh and blood.

Darius grabed Daegen and me and took us to the attic. He barricaded the door and told Daegen to get some guns out of the chest in the room. There was a shotgun, a pistol, and a grappling hook in the chest.

We just got to the roof when we heard a shatter down below us. Darius told me to throw the grappling hook across to the Glanfield Cinema. Daegen jumped on and slid down towards the movie theater. As soon as that happened, Darius spotted zombies climbing up the stairway. He told me to go and tell his son that he was sorry.

I grabed hold of that rope and looked back. Darius loaded his pistol and cocked it. I saw this bloody humanoid climb up the stairs while Darius unloaded a clip unto it. Darius used up the clip and the creature fell. As soon as that zombie fell another came wobbling up behind it. Darius grabed that creature by the shoulders and screamed, "GGGGOOOO.....FOR GOD'S SAKE RUN!!!!!!!!!"

I jumped on that rope and slid to safety. I caught up to Daegen who saw the whole thing from a distance. We ran all the way to the Newstead Street Railway Station. We were wanting to get to the police station to inform the police but when we got there it was desolate.

We started to hear moans from behind us, so we decided to run to the shutdown factory in Randallbank. We knew it would be empty but an easy place to hide in. We spent the night there, hungry and scared of what may lay ahead.

The next day we traveled to the St. Clair's Church in Spracklingbank. We found some old stale food and rested there for night since we knew there was a long wde open path before us.

The next morning I woke to a cracking and munching sound. I got up and rubbed my weary eyes. I looked at my friend and relized that there was a zombie child eating him. I grabed a near by 2 by 4 and smashed that demon back to hell.

I kept smashing and hitting till there was blood everywhere. I than turned to my beloved friend said a prayer in his name, took the gun, and destroyed his body so he would not rise as a undead.

I ran that morning all the way to Pescoside to the Lentell Walk Police Dept. There were other survivers there. One of them named Dwagg had heard some talk of a group on the other side of Malton named Last Hope. We were interested and went on our journey to Old Arkham.

The trip was long and weary. When we arrived we were greeted and put to work right away. This is were I stayed helping the Last Hope and their goals in surviving this terrible nightmare.