Journal:zombebe

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Day 1

I struggle upright, as a buzzing sound fades from my ears. My limbs don't seem to be working properly.

Looking around, I'm confused. I don't recognise this place. And who attacked that poor person by that barracaded building?

I bring my hand up to my face and... its covered in blood! What have I done? Is that why he's attacking me?

Later on I hole up in a hospital with some other survivors, who are kind enough to heal me. I just hope it's safe to spend the night here.

Day 2

I end up staying all day, scrounging for medikits. I hope to be able to help the other survivors at least a little. I feel I have to make up for my previous actions.

Day 3

I decide to move on. As I wander, I encounter a person under attack! Temporarilly I distract it, just long enough to help the poor survivor. I end up in a hospital, after picking up a fireaxe and wirecutters in a nearby firestation.

Late on in the day, a survivor stumbles in. He says someting about a zombie outside attacking another survivor. I head out to help stop the zombies and end up dropping one, but more are on the way. The situation looks kind of bad. I just hope we can hold out...

Day 4

So far just some minor skirmishing. I hope this is not a prelude to an attack.

But as the day goes on, more seem to mass. I decide it'd be a good idea to leave, and hole up not too far away.

Day 5

I decide to head off to a library to pick up some books on first aid. I'm not really any good at the diagnosis of injury, so its difficult to help them. I try to study all day, but I get asked a question: "Hey, zombebe. You happy to be alive or are you scouting for the zeds?". It was most distracting, especially with him reloading his shotgun... I sort of get a bit jumpy after that.

Day 7

I go into a hospital to restock on medikits and run into yet more anti-revivee prejudice. I decide leaving is a good idea.