Journal: The Black Run

Starting Off

First off, the following events in this Journal are true, and will come to you as they happen to me on my run straight through the city of Malton.

Waking Up

I wake up as I have everyday for weeks now. Safe and sound in the Oasis known as West Grayside. More specifically, Poll Mall. Free to run about and beat up on lower level players and zombies for XP. Zombies of any kind dare not to tred here and large Player-Killer groups seem to avoid this place for fear of the even larger anti-PK group here. Normally this would be heaven (except of course, for those poor low level characters whom suffer the wrath of my almighty cricket bat) but this game gets a bit boring when one isn't being seiged by zeds or struggling to survive. So I have decided to liven things up. Starting the 30th of July I will begin a run going all the way up the map to Lampert Hills back down to West Grayside in a straight line. Along the way I will graffiti specific buildings. (Of which I will put in this journal if anyone wants to see I actually did it.) To show that I will not be avoiding the extremely dangerous zones. I will also chronicle the events in the journal. Also, I will be trying my very best not to get killed. So enjoy reading.

DAY ONE

I spray-painted Run Start!( Or something to that effect) Heading north to the area above me. While I encounter no difficulty with zombies or other players I did have a gap in buildings that I could free run from. Luckily I found an entry point and am currently hold up in an extremely barricaded police department with about twenty other survivors. But rather unluckily I have ran out of spray-paint. So from now On I will be posting the name of the place that served as a base-camp and the radio frequency. On the day of July 30th I will be starting my adventure in Purt Walk Police Station at extreme barricades. Freq; 27.75 (It changes often, between peace times and war times. If you can drop me a line, though I honestly doubt anyone will be reading this at such an early date.)

Looking ahead of me, I see the suburb ahead of me with minimal zombie activity, with most of the residents either escaping the hell above or returning to the refuge below. The pure size of the hordes that lay ahead of me inspire stories among some of an impending raid on the Mall below me. That has never happen and most whom hear it discount it as the mere fantasies of newbies. Only time will tell.

DAY 2; Part 1

Leaving the safety of my Police Department I begin to run up, a game of hopscotch amongst the buildings. Quickly I slam into the first of the Red Zones, all the buildings are ruined and the zombies are in massive groups. Due to the lack of buildings to free run through I take to the streets, the zombies seem to not care about me as I make my slow descent into the hell of Ridleybank. The moment I enter Ridleybank I almost tell something is wrong. The buildings are all destroyed with the exception of a lone Hospital, which to the survivors inside was about to turn into a hospice as the dozen or so zombies beat on the barricades. Deciding not to stay long I run with the ruined buildings north. With nine action points left, I need a place to stay. Despite my fear of dying I avoid trying to find any remaining survivor filled buildings for fear of another zombie raiding party to find me. Instead i run into a ruined building on the northern part of Ridleybank.

I only want to escape as soon as possible.

DAY 2; Part 2

The warehouse I woke up in is truly a lucky place. The building is completely ruined, the doors have been left wide open, and I am in the heart of a zombie stronghold. My palm sweats as I read the single line of text that has been left for me; "Mrh?" Set in my heart that I am leaving this suburb from hell, I risk it with a dozen action points to find a different place. I found one quickly but disturbingly the other two residents of the ruined building were a zombie, and a character named 'zombielover' I decided against it. By another string of luck I find a building with it's doors blocked and a level one player. I can't wait to escape.

DAY 3; Part 1

Again by another twist of luck no zombie was found me in my unsafe haven with the doors secured by a mere metal pole. The player that stayed the night with me was still there, and would remain so until a zombie drug her into the streets. Checking my map I knew I was getting close to my final detonation. And again I resumed my flee across the zombie infested landscape. The horde has sufficiently claimed this place. Their numbers in the streets rival any amount of survivors that I have seen for a while now. Amazingly none of them seemed to take interest in me. It is only until later that I found out their actual interest. Above sits the suburb of Shearbank, it's streets are ruled by the undead. But still a survivor group clings to the buildings left. The local mall has been lost to the hands of the living dead. I rest in a police station with the knowledge of the lurking zombies outside.

I am so close to my half-way point. So close.

DAY 3; Part 2

By chance I found myself back on the UD. The building I was staying had four survivors including me. Fifty seconds after I had gotten back onto the game, a message altered me to a player killing. A new situation had presented itself to me, one that drove my a fear factor to beyond that of any zombie ever has. A level 41 player-killer, taking advantage of the already bruised and battered players that inhabit this area. His name is [policeman michael]. With nine action points left I set out to find a new resting place as soon as possible. I find that place in Lessely Lane Police Department, it is inhabited by ROACHklip members and group-less survivors. My luck has held out this far, I can only hope it will last.

Day 4; Part 1

The police department has kept me safe through the night, and one of the residents was kind enough to heal me. Looking at my map I note that I am very close to my destination point, my resting area while I contemplate my method of getting back. With ease I reach the hotel I chose, using it as an ironic joke for myself. This suburb is safe in comparison to a good deal of the other suburbs I have crossed along my way, the red snake has yet to touch the area with it's fangs. I am going to take a screen shot of this area during the day. Sorry for the lack of Exciting detail. Something I am grateful for.

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Day 5; Part 1

I rested Saturday to refill action points, and made a mad dash for another place to stay before my descent into darkness. I quickly come across the Police department again to find out that a local hospital was being seiged. I decided to help out and ran over to the besieged building, (very heroically, too) to discover a mob of 7 zombies outside and 3 inside. I managed to take out one of the undead with the help of the other survivors but found that I had to retreat to a safe haven shortly after. Perhaps tomorrow I will rejoin the battle. Or maybe I'll start to run madly back to Pole Mall.

I guess only time will tell.

Day 6-Day 7; Part 1 (Day 7)

(The following are the events of day six.)

I have decided to help the survivors in their fight, and before too long the attacking zombies were dispatched of, (of course all the thanks goes to the higher level players) but this quickly left me out of action points. Well spent I think. Finding nothing else to do besides finding a nice resting place for the road ahead. I find that place in a hotel (again, for the irony) close to the scales of the red snake. There I stay waiting to recharge my action points and map out a path on the road ahead.

(Day 7)

I wake to a heap of fifty action points and a route through hell. Conveniently enough the hotel was situated in such a map column that if traced in a straight line, it would go right through the heart of Roachtown, Ridleybank, and puts me in the center of Stanbury Village. Instead of moving from ruined building to ruined building I will risk it and flee in a straight line. With a slight moment of thought, I run.

Roachtown flies by with only Ridleytown putting fear in my heart as the zombies wander close to me. My action points are running low, a sign that I am close to wherever I am going to end up tonight. With a dozen or so action points left I enter an extremely heavily barricaded junkyard using a conjoining junkyard to get there. Another survivor sleeps in the oasis, amazingly enough I have met this person before! I roomed with him in Lassely Lane Police Department on my adventure north (seen in day 3 part 2) and in the defense of the hospital. Saying hello to him, I sleep.

Thirty More zones separate me from Grayside, my journey is nearly over.

DAY 8

I awake to an empty junkyard, with fifty action points to go on, If I run directly south I'll head right into Pole Mall. With a sense of the homestretch in my mind, I head south. Zombies seem to be attacking the buildings around me as I cruse through the streets. Soon I am in Shackleville, a small ten blocks away from Kempesterbank, I click at my screen without waiting for the page to load. In a matter if moments I am in Kempesterbank. Quickly finding a building to walk into allows me to free run my way safely there. And, after this long week of running, hoping, and brains I have made it back to Pole Mall. Shamelessly I drink a beer I had found in my travels. A complementary mission complete.

Number Of Times Killed; 0