User:Charley C./A Pescodside Story

This story is part of the Malton Chronicles. This story is fan-made, and is not officially part of any background history for Urban Dead.

Introduction and such...

Let me introduce myself to you. I, as you may or may not already know, am Charley Cobbleton. As for my personality, looks, voice, occupation, and gender (not a hard one), I'll leave you to discern. The simple reasoning behind this is that I'm lazy (Oh, and I just revealed something. It won't happen again), and while some of you may be unhealthily fascinated by my writing habits, the majority of you probably do not, so I'll cut the crap. My name's Cobbleton, and I've spent the last few months hanging out at The Armstead Library in the suburb of Rolt Heights. This was all well and good, but, as I was perusing a fascinating article about the various battles of the Crimean War ("You study and gain experience"), it occured to me: why hasn't someone written a book about the Zombpocalypse? From there, I though, "Why does the only news I ever hear come from the central, mall-containing suburbs? Why, it seems that just about all of the action occurs around malls!" From that moment, I decided that it would be my solemn duty to record a journal of life on the border suburbs; all of them. All 36 of them.

It didn't take longer after that to begin preparing. I requisitioned a map from the nearby Burchell Arms, picked up a radio to stay in contact with my chums at the Library, slung an axe over my shoulder, and began plotting my journey. I decided that I would begin my quest in the suburb of Pescodside, and circle all the way around to Dulston. This done, I said my farewells, and waltzed out the door.

God, I hate doing introductions. They always sound bad...

Day One: Stultus quod suus vita es nunc secui...

Ah! Good to be on the road! I travelled east from the Armstead Library, and, one block later, found myself in Pescodside. One quick examination of the map later, I began heading to The Farbrother Building, which was a Cell Phone tower, and so, I figured, a good place to begin. I immediatly let out a request for information concerning the recent events, and shall report back once I recieve an answer.