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Journal of the Dead, Part 1: Discovery It's been one year after the Malton bombing. The government declared The Malton city under any circumstances cannot hold the horde of zombies any longer, and must be "purified" to prevent any spread of the virus, sacrificing the remaining survivors there. My name? my name is Ethan Stewart. Previously under services of the military, but the government assign me to a secret division by the military, called "The Cleaner". The Cleaner activities are many in the past according to the captain. Cleaning the evidence of JFK murder, destroying any Roswell incident's evidence, and killing the true killer of John Lennon. Their task now is not simply easier. Cleaning the remaining zombies in Malton after the purification. Of course, the division laughed at the task earlier, but after receiving some information that some horde of zombie still lurking in the Malton streets, their know any fatal mistake resulted to flashy death. And worse, reanimation as zombie. No one wants that, and neither do i. We arrived at the border, still wondering why the border still tough after the bombing. "The border is anti-explosion according to the the construction worker that helped building this border 6 years ago." Said the border guard. After the long boring explanation of Malton, we finally get the chance to enter the god-forsaken city. We get in by the abandoned railway station near the border. If i recall, the station name is Ellicott Place Railway Station. Bloods still everywhere, giving me a situation of becoming one of the survivors. The rubble was the most troublesome problem though, hindering our progress to get into the streets. We managed to get out from the station. The streets was so.... calm, like there's no live on this city. Hell, explosion wiped them all dude. Yeah, my mind speak rationally, i forgot there was a EXPLOSION on this city. Nevermind though, we moving onto next building. We move to the southern area of the city. We founded a albeit normal building looking on outside, it's a NecroTech lab inside. The building name is The Woodborne Building. Correct me if im wrong, but the lab was so remarkable. If memory serves, there was numerous empty serum, bottle of vials, some unknown manufacturing device for creating a weird fluid on a empty serum and numerous graffities on the walls. The last one says: There is no escape for any of us.. How could they know the bombing? because of the atomic bomb noise? or... someone telling them from the outside? My question answered quickly when i found a half damaged radio on a bag, tuned to 28.01 frequency. "Belonging to a dead man, i suppose" said by Albert. Albert is just like me, member of "The Cleaner". Inside the bag, There are a empty gun, five pistols clip, a shotgun with 2 cells remaining, six cells of shotgun and a Journal. Interesting. I open the first page. And founded this: Belongs to: Evan Arnoldi. Please return to the person above in case this journal is not yours I read them later says to myself. "Okay boys, we have all we need, we backing to the real world now. Be happy." Said by The Captain. Well, it seems only me that are reluctant to leave this city. Oh well, i continue my mad journey later. Arriving at my house, after receiving 5000$ for entering the dangerous(which i found silly) city Malton, i rushed to my beds, and starting to read the Journals. It will be a exciting stories mutters myself. Second page of the journal: 20 July 2010 I founded this unused journal on the Beale Library. Well, i think it will be save to record my journey on this goddamned city in this journal. 5 Shotguns and 1 Pistols locked and loaded, 2 shotgun shells, 5 pistol clips. And other useful items on my bag. Before i arrived in this library, i was revived by some nice guy on The Sendall Monument. Headache, as usual. I have spent 5 years on this cursed city, awaiting for the rescue from the military, which i find is impossible. As far as i remember, i have died more than 100 times. Yeah, for real, you, the one who reading this, surely don't know the pain i must suffer through. Hearing the broadcast requesting help on Fort Creedy are numerous. Said by the broadcaster, the attack this time we're worst than previous years. it is the Big Bash 3. Third big bash by the zombies. Hell, this time surely will be the worst. Maybe i start helping Fort Creedy tomorrow, i need sleep this time... damn, must be caused of the reviving effect. Adios. --Evan Arnoldi 11:51, 20 July 2010 (BST) 21 July 2010 Woke up to find out a zombie trying to build a pinata inside my safehouse. Lucky me he did not notice me sleeping in the toilet. Slowly, i grab my shotgun at the closet, and open a can of whoop ass on that zombie. Took 5 shell to kill this abomination. He also receive a headshot. I dumped the body outside, and head toward Fort Creedy. Arriving at South Blythville, i guess its no pain to visit Marven Mall. The mall aren't under siege, well, it's normal considering numerous ferals and zombies group are heading to Fort Creedy. Searched in Gun store, founded 2 with full ammo shotgun, and 1 pistols, accompanied by 5 pistol clips. Scream heard outside. DAMN! must be a lone survivor trying to get into the mall! says myself. I free run into a cemetary, and headed to the entrance of the mall. There are 2 zombies attacking a police officer. It seems he run out of ammo and getting slaughtered by them. Showtime. I shot the first zombies that are heavily wounded with both of my shotgun, and whack him to death. The next zombie, is trying to bite me from behind. I feels the bite in my shoulders. Son of a- I instantly turned back and pushed the zombie back, and shot him countless times by my pistols until he's dead. They both took a headshot. New problem, the police man died of infection and now trying to attack me. I shot him with my remaining bullets, but his flak jacket preventing maximum damage on him. I whack him to death then by my fire axe. Headshotted. 3 zombies in a row, what a day. I headed to a nearby strongly barricaded motel, and patch me up with a FAK that i got in the mall. I got a very disturbing news from me radio. Fort Creedy has fallen. I repeat, Fort Creedy has fallen.. SHIT! i guess it cannot be helped, i must change course to Lukinswood and use the EBS on The Coram Building to request help on fellow zeds hunters to retake Fort Creedy. I just go to sleep then, waiting what lies ahead. 22-29 July 2010 Journal of the Dead, Part 2: Hope "It seems the bloody handprint meaning he become a zombie, but still have the will to entice the journal by his bloody handprint..." Mutters Ethan to himself He started to thinking there are still a survivor living and uninfected based on the Journal. "Evan Arnoldi... i think i have heard the name. Better go check it on military base." 2 hours later "Evan Arnoldi? let me search for the files first... ah, here is it" Said the filing officer. Ethan go to the military library room and read the file. The file contents are: Name: Evan Arnoldi DOB: 9 April 1990 Birthplace: Bandung, Indonesia Height: Unknown Weight: Unknown IQ: 112 Class: Civilian Last Known Skills: Axe Proficiency, Basic Firearms Training, Shopping, Tagging. Last Sighting: Pitneybank Last Activity Known: Rallying all Malton survivor's to fight until their last breath on all frequency radio, including outer nation. Military concluded he his hijacked a frequency satelite to broadcast it. Here are the record: "My friend... our fear has become truth, military decided to bomb this cursed city... The impact, if i remember, is tomorrow.. whataver you may hear, know this. We are the survivor, and the survivor never surrender, even in brink of death. Before i died, let me say something to all who known me. My name is Evan Arnoldi. My family is dead by the horde. My close friend, Edmund, died when battling the horde on Fort Creedy, buddy, you will never be forgotten... And, Lucy, my only living close friend... Lucy, i hope you now happy to be freed from Malton, please tell your mother my sorry for i can't make it. I hope you found the man you loved and live happily after. Im sorry, Jim for i can't survive until the end. Marie, forgive me for leaving you on the evacuation truck, i love you so much girl, sorry i can't make it.... The generator... are... beg-(static)losing it's power... Tell my family i lov(static)them, and i died with honor and no(static)rets... goodbye(static)." Current Status: Unknown, since the body never founded "He... exist?" Ethan amazed by the report, and the last activity of him. He began to think Evan still alive, and decided to ask The Cleaner to search Malton for survivors. Little he know, this will led to a very bad event on the world. On the next day, he continue to read the third page... 30 July 2010 I woke up in a carpark, with 6 other bodies around. I take a few moment to feel the air, and swing my axe a few time to get in the shape. After i recovered, i heal my wound with FAK and continue to Fort Creedy. Awful. No resistance from the survivor, and zombies still in control of Creedy. Thinking it cannot be helped, i made my move to CORAM. From the latest radio transmission, CORAM is safe from any break-ins attempts or the Big Bash. The Big Bash is moving to Ketchelbank... Still, that's none of my concern, as my only interest is just to restore Fort Creedy to it's former glory at the hands of Survivors. On my way to CORAM, i seen a very brutal scene happen at a hospital... 5 zombies munching that poor fella, ugh, i think im gonna puke remembering that gory scene. Finally, i got into some tower and free run to a extremely heavily barricaded factory. There were also a guy sleeping here. I think he wouldn't mind if i rest here too. My eyes are closing... im gonna update this journal later. CORAM, wait for me...