User:Itashya
(New User, Don't Yell at me for a crappy page.)
Basic Information
- Name: Itashya Benedict
- Group: Not Affiliated
- Class/Level: Scientist - Level 1
- Current Base of Operations: Fort Creedy
Diary
Itashya keeps a record of her thoughts and experiences.
April 2008
April 28, 2008
Lucky me, I found some stuff to write with, at long last. I've seen loads of other survivors writing diaries, so I figured I might as well start.
I managed to find my way inside Fort Creedy, at last. It took a full sprint through a horde of almost 20 Z's and a desperate dive into the gatehouse, but I made it. I spent most of the day scrounging for supplies and getting to know the other survivors.
Survivors. We're not survivors. Not by any definition. We're deep in the thick of things now. Granted, with the high walls of the fort bottleneck all of those Z's at the door, the local defense force can take easy potshots at their brainpans, putting them down one by one. But still. One mis-fire. One sleeping guard. One slip up and this place becomes a meat grinder. Nowhere to run but the very depths of hell itself.
At any rate, I'm doing my best to help out the local grunts. I managed to scavenge enough parts for a radio, but I can't get a good local frequency to call for help. I'm sending messages miles away, no one there can help us. I hope someone here can use the damn thing.
