Lexicon:Herbert Road Police Department
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Travel-stained notebook recovered from a broken truck in Havercroft. It is written in a messy handwriting.
Alright, before the quarantine. Well me and my mates had a gig at Club Burney right, we were just setting up, then these zombies start breaking in. Most people in the club went down. Me 'n Jon, the drummer, got out, and following a bunch of other people and our common sense made our way to Herbert Road PD. We originally went to Judge Road, which was just up the "road," heh, but the military had blocked it off.
The military and police checked in regularly each day, bringing us supplies. We kept our radios tuned to listen for any updates. We were really hopeful and naive in those days...hoping for a way out. Then one day the transmissions stopped. We didn't know what to make of it. Then the cops and soldiers stopped showing up. Some of the people got scared. I think some of them went a bit crazy.
Well, we managed to stay there for a few months anyways, but most of the suburb got trashed. The scariest thing I've ever seen though, was one cold night in November, the zombies broke in. I woke up, and it was three AM. The first thing I saw...it was Charlie, our bass player. I was scared witless for the night. Jon didn't recognize him I think, cuz he kicked Charlie out the door and shot him in the head. I was shaken up, man. I mean, he was one of them. It really put things in perspective for me. I left I think the next day, with Jon.
We moved on, towards the north. I saw a few military vehicles. It looked like they'd been trashed pretty recently. Jon got bit in one of the parks in Shore hills. He told me to leave him there, but I tried to get him to a hospital. He was a big guy, and near the end, he just slumped. Then something started to smell real bad. I don't remember much when I brought him into the hospital, but there was screaming...Jon got up, started laughing. Then a dog bit me. I never saw Jon after that.
What band? Why would I remember what band I was in. It was so damn long ago, and it doesn't matter anymore anyways. I mean, I play my guitar once in a while, but not too often. The infected tend to be attracted to my guitar.
The PD? Don't know how it is now, I imagine it's been ransacked a few times. But when I was there, it kind of represented hope, to all of us living there. Even when the supplies stopped coming in, we still had hope. Maybe they still have hope. God knows that this city needs hope.
Signed Julien Partridge, August 2006.
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--Gobbleykins 07:35, 13 June 2007 (BST)
