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My survival journal
This is the chronicling of my life in Malton after the apparent zombie outbreak. Believe it or refute it; it's my story and I'm sticking with it.
11:11, 18 February 2007 (UTC)
Woke up to find myself in the Corless Alley Police Department, my local station. I'm entirely sure how I got here, but I know I'm in deep shit. There's zombies all over the town...I took a quick walk today and found nothing but a dead body inside of the Rexworthy Arms. I moved it out into the street for fear of it reanimating, like so many corpses seem to be.
On the way back I ran into a zombie. It was creepy as shit, standing there, looking at the thing, with its rotting flesh and exposed organs. I unloaded my entire clip into it, but it hardly seemed perturbed. (Of course, I missed four of the six bullets; I need to hit the target range sometime.) I went to reload, and that's when I realized that shit, I didn't bring any extra ammo! Scared, I ran back to the Station. Looking over my shoulder as I ran, the zombie just stood there stupidly.
I'm now defenseless here in the station. I've searched around a bit but there's no ammo in the usual spots...There's a generator in here, but I'm not sure what good it's supposed to do without fuel. Maybe I'll go find some tomorrow.
There's graffiti on one of the walls of the station's interior...it looks like it says "The DEM sucks... thanks for nothing you assholes." I have no idea what that's supposed to mean...is the DEM an organization of some kind?
Also I was listening in on a conversation earlier...something about the Caiger Mall being taken over by zombies! I can't even believe it...aren't zombies supposed to be slow and stupid? I recalled my earlier zombie encounter...how could a bunch of those overthrown an entire shopping mall?! How could the other survivors let that happen?
I'm confused as shit right now and I'm tired too. I'm going to sleep here, and hope I'm still alive by morning. There isn't much here to get comfortable with...just some thin emergency blankets. I took my windbreaker off and I'm using it as a pillow while I lie down on this bench and write this. There's around twenty other survivors here, and I'm sure I'll be at least somewhat safe. The barricades look pretty strong too, but I keep thinking of Caiger.
19:02, 18 February 2007 (UTC)
I woke up before I was fully rested today, thinking of nothing but exploring the ruined city, trying to find some supplies. I searched around and found none, but I did come across a few zombies. I punched one a couple times, but I was getting tired so I headed back to the station. Little did I realize they had barricaded the building more thoroughly while I was asleep; there was no way in. I screamed and pounded on the barricade, but of course nobody let me in. I was really feeling sick, about to pass out, so I found an abandoned warehouse and hid there. I'm about to pass out now, and I'm entirely defenseless...no barricades, no nothing.
Also, I've decided I've gotta learn how to do...what's it called? Parkour? Freerunning? Anyway, I've seen a lot of people do acrobatic shit to get into buildings, regardless of how barricaded they are. Or I could just figure out how to barricade myself...well, either way, I need to do more before I can do that. I'll have to go fight some zombies or something. I just hope I don't become one myself.
20:16, 18 February 2007 (UTC)
The page is ripped and torn in several places, splattered with blood, and covered in scribblings. A few phrases, such as ZOMBIES and OH SHIT are somewhat discernible, but it's mostly just nonsense.
00:49, 5 March 2007 (UTC)
...I'm too sick to write this journal entry...I've just been saved from being a zombie forever by someone whose name I did not catch. I'm too tired to even think anymore...thank God for this empty warehouse...
20:20, 7 March 2007 (UTC)
I had fallen asleep in Marcus General Hospital, hopefully safe. I was thrilled to wake up the next day, still in my own mindset. I spent the whole day searching around the hospital for supplies and found wire cutters, a discarded fire axe, and, by sheer luck, a portable radio. I've been listening in on other survivors' plights, and I now want to become a radio broadcaster myself.
Also, I've been tiring myself by learning the art of parkour in my free time, when I haven't been trying to chop away at the zombie population. I've almost got it down...one more day and I should be good.
04:15, 13 March 2007 (UTC)
Finally learned parkour. Ran around for awhile, ran into my old friend Arcalyth. Stopped by a hospital, got some First Aid Kits, chopped away at a couple zombies, and now I'm sleeping in an undisclosed location.
21:01, 24 March 2007 (UTC)
After narrowly escaping hoards of zombies, I made it to the Dowdney Mall. Arcalyth, I'm afraid, didn't fare so well; I saw him screaming in terror as the zombies gnawed away at his flesh. I wasted all of my ammunition stores in the process, so I had no choice but to run as fast as I could.
Damn!
18:57, 28 March 2007 (BST)
I'm camping out in the Towner Lane Police Department, after three days of trying to get it under control. A couple of other survivors and I have been eliminating the zeds one-by-one from the adjacent Inggs Towers, and we finally thought we had it barricaded. Now, however, things don't look so good; the barricades keep shaking and getting decimated bit by bit. I fear that there might not be much time left for us surv---(here is a large ink splatter on the page.)
