Journal:Slift
The following is a direct record of Military operative Slift's time in Malton.
Prior outbreak
| Name: Slift (Last name undisclosed) |
| Rank: Sargent |
| Nationality: Australian |
| Years active: 2 |
| Weapon ability: Superior, favors pistols |
| Reason for dismissal: Punched superior officer in face, causing broken jaw. |
Well, thats my record within the military. After i got kicked out i found my way to Malton. At the time a sleepy little town... I teamed myself up with a guy i met in a pub one day. Annun, good guy, served on the police force. Anyway, long story short, we rented an apartment together, drank together and generally joked together. Best of mates type thing.
Outbreak
Okay, so i was sitting in a pub with my bud, nothing ever went on in Malton, nothing. Anyway, Annun and i had just started up a conversation about life and all it involves when there was a banging at the door. I remember laughing with Annun over how pissed (Drunk) the guy must be, then we stopped as he smashed his hand through the door. Now, i'm one of those guys who watches zombie movies for a living and i knew what was gonna go down next. Many a person'd say that i'm strange for thinking that first, but believe me... when hand that's bleeding out from a bite wound on the wrist smashes through a glass door and gropes for the people inside while a guttural moaning comes from outside... one shits bricks. Well... Annun and i grabbed our guns and leveled them at the door quick smart, that is... until some poor chick tried to shoo them away. Its a horrible thing to see someone get attacked by anything, its downright terrifying to see someone attacked by a rotting corpse. Poor lass didn't have a chance to scream before she was dragged through the door.
There was a second as Annun and I hissed to the others to get upstairs, then... they wandered in. I remember, four of the rotting bastards. Well, Military training gives you the ability to shoot a gun... being a nut and watching alot of zombie movies allows you to execute a perfect headshot. One rotter came to close and ended up with a bar stool lodged in his cranium. Annun and I smiled and laughed for a second, before turning to see more of them shambling in. I think it slipped through our minds then that the lights had just dropped out, and everything was eerily silent except from the zombies moans and screams from outside. Well... i don't like to say this much, but we RAN for our lives, heck i think we broke the human speed record dashing up those stairs three at a time. We dived inside the upstairs area and slammed the fridge and bed there against the wall faster than you can say "barricade" That night we sat there in the dark, eyes focused on the barricaded door... listening to the scratches and moans from the other side.
