User:Hvergelmir
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Sept. 13, 2007
The past few weeks have been harsh. While looking through Marven Mall I stumbled across an old journal. I decided I should start making a log for myself, lest someone find my body sometime down the road after this whole mess is cleared up. I'd be surprised though if this town lived through this epidemic. Worse comes to worse the whole town will go down in flames. Old Uncle Sam will make sure of that...
I woke up this morning to zombies tearing down the barricades. A lot of people new to the area panicked. Cries, gunfire and the sound of people hurriedly searching for something to substitute as a make-shift barricade filled the room. Some of the wounded and weak ones were dragged outside...their screams seemed to overpower everything else...
I've decided to rest up for the evening. I'm heading over to Stanbury Village once my strength returns. It's quite the hike, but I've got a contact that I need to meet up with. He knows his way with a med kit...so he should prove useful, don't think he knows his way around a gun though...so this should be fun...
