User:Arnold Klein

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January 15th, 2011

Two weeks. Time passes so quickly in a place of horrors such as this that it's easy to let the days fly by without recording a thing.

About a week ago, I was on another outdoor mission, moving north from Wray Heights to extract DNA from the walking corpses... so preoccupied was I that I didn't notice the number of ruined buildings around me, and the higher presence of the dead things prowling the streets. I tried to look for a safe spot, but most of the buildings were ruined, and all semblance of barricades had been torn down.

I should have turned back, but I was sure that if I continued north, I'd find shelter somewhere. It was the most foolhardy decision I've ever made, operating on so little knowledge, and I knew I had doomed myself. I took shelter in a junkyard, as the only other buildings around had their doors open, and I didn't want to waste energy trying to erect barricades. I also thought I'd be safer in an area they wouldn't feel obliged to ransack and destroy.

I was lucky enough not to die, but not lucky enough to escape attention... one of the walkers discovered my resting spot and fell upon me with abandon, my jacket taking the worst of the blows. I managed to evade it enough that it lost interest and went elsewhere, and I soon took shelter in a broken down, darkened cinema, where I found at least two survivors camping out, trapped there as I was, I suppose. Eventually I felt strong enough that I made the trek across Tollyton, back south towards Wray Heights, where I knew I'd have better chances of finding shelter.

I've learned from that experience, and I've gotten stronger. My routine exercises, coupled with my highly active day-to-day activities, have conditioned me into a stronger specimen of human-kind. I have bulked up, so to speak, and on a personal level I feel more confident of surviving this chaotic, urban wasteland.

There is one other note of interest: While experimenting in the procedures of Necrotech revivication, my activities briefly caught the attention of a group known as The Fortress, who passed along information about their cause in case I was interested in working alongside them. I have not yet decided if it is in my best interest... but then, what is my best interest at the moment, other than survival? Is banding together with like-minded survivors not a sensible thing? And even without considering that, what purpose do I have in this mad world I'm trapped in? Slavishly carrying out procedures for a corporation that no doubt created these horrific circumstances?

I am tired... it will be a long day tomorrow. I'll have plenty of time to reflect on this matter when I am on safer ground.

January 1st, 2011

A new year. Good a time as any to begin writing about this.

Weeks have passed, and as I've mastered the art of leaping across roofs and balconies, I've managed to enrich myself somewhat; the flak jacket shall give some protection against any psychopaths I have the misfortune to run across, and I have a gun now, in case I have a mind to blow my brains out and end it all.

Suicide is hardly my style, however. No, in this dark hour my only salvation is continuation of my work, monitoring the undead presence and taking samples when I can. This terrible job is all I have left, really, and I'll cling to it for as long as I can.

Have been making notes on the immediate area. Wray Heights was, I'm told, overrun by a horde a scant month ago, but it seems to be rebuilding now. There is some human presence in the area, but there appears to be a damper on information; perhaps I am compromising their situations by leaving these notes on here? I am not sure.

At any rate, I'll keep operating for as long as I can. And I'll see if I can get some writing done while I'm at it...