User:Lt Jon McClane/A Survivor's Diary
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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. |
29 July, 2008:
I've been a survivor now for about two or three weeks. I'm not sure the exact number of days. Calendars and dates don't seem to mean much anymore. Anyway, why the diary all of a sudden? Well, here's the story for anyone who gives a damn.
I was a NecroTech lab assistant on my way to California when the outbreak started. My flight was on layover at the Malton International Airport when all flight clearances were cancelled. Reports on the lounge T.V.s were telling us that the military had orders to shoot any aircraft attempting to takeoff. After a few days I guess a few aircrews got tired and decided to chance it. What made them think a 737 had any chance against a section of F-35s, I'll never know. Zed got himself a nice Bar-B-Q that night a few miles to the north of the runway.
Another week goes by. Food had been gone for quite some time. We had heard reports from neighboring suburbs during the previous weeks of attacks by the zeds but we thought we were far enough away to be out of danger. No one thought the zeds could possibly move this far into a safe zone so quickly. That was our undoing.
We got complacent. Security had become lax. Barricades were not regularly maintained and a few nights there were even doors left ajar - folks going outside for searches for food or to take smoke breaks since the designated smoking areas had been removed from inside the airport. Idiots.
Anyway, I won't bore you with the details. You already know where this is going. We all have a similar story to tell. Zeds eventually came in, I got out. Most others didn't.
These last weeks I've spent doing little more that simply surviving. Search for supplies, shoot a few zeds, run and hide for the night.
Wash-rinse-repeat.
After a while the days just started to blur together. I could feel my sanity starting to crack under the constant stress and lack of significant human contact. Oh, sure, there were the occasional survivor groups I would come across but no one seems to want to talk much, let alone chance getting really close to someone when life is a day-by-day roll of the dice.
And then, today, it hit me. I need a goal. Something to work toward. Something to keep my mind working like a man and less like a scavenging rodent in the ruins of the city.
I'm going to go into a red zone and take back a NecroTech building.
I'm taking it back from those slimy, putrid zeds. I'm taking back what was OURS once and, in the process, hopefully give others a foothold to continue the fight to reclaim our world.
I'm not any kind of "Rambo" type. I'm nothing special to look at really and never one to lean toward aggressive behavior. Just an ordinary guy trying to learn how to survive, but I need a goal.
My plan is in phases:
1st - I need to learn about building repair and construction. The NecroTech building will most definitely have Zed's claw marks and stink about it. I'm going to have to also find tools, generators, and fuel. Along the way to finding these items and skills I should also stock up on syringes. Combat revives will be a necessity in this battle.
2nd - I need to pick my target building and get in close. I'm focusing on the Greenhow building in Roftwood.
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The Greenhow Building |
Combat revives will take some time and I don't want to waste it on foot going to/from the building. I will need to spend a couple of days before my attack building up some surrounding buildings and barricades. A few decoy buildings might be needed in the vicinity, which will mean a couple more generators and fuel. These decoys may turn out to be future access points once I get the NT barricade levels up. I should also think about getting a radio transmitter into one of the decoys and broadcast my plan to the world in the hopes of recruiting assistance.
3rd - The actual assault. Once inside, and hopefully at a time with minimal zed infestation, combat revive those rotting flesh sticks, throw the bodies out and get some barricades going. This is where assistance will be most critical. Finally, getting power online and barricades to EHB and the plan will, hopefully, reap some rewards for the survivors in the area.
Anyway, that's my plan. It's not much but it gives me something to hope for. Something to focus my mind on. Something to make me feel more human and less animal. That's what zed really took away from us, you know. Not just our society and nice little toys and homes. We are in danger of losing our sense of humanity. Zed makes us like them in more ways than one, you know.
Even if this doesn't work and I fail, it will be worth it to do something more than to merely existence. I'll keep this journal updated as best I can in case someone comes across it and I have been overcome at some point. Maybe they can pick up where I left off.
--Lt Jon McClane
