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Vitals
- DOB: 860719
- Blood Type: O
- Height: 6'2"
- Weight: 225 pounds
Journal
070702
I never signed up for this. When I joined the Marines, I figured I'd get sent to Iraq. Not Malton. Not Rolt Heights.
The airdrop went as planned, but from there, we scattered. The... I guess you'd call them zombies... They were on us as soon as we hit the ground. The chutes must've been the giveaway. We couldn't do a HALO jump because of the quarantine zone, so we had to drop almost a mile away and drift in. They had us pegged before we got there, but by that time, it was too late to land somewhere else.
We each got dropped in with a standard-issue Colt M1911 and three clips of .45 ACP. I used a full clip within a minute of touching down in Rolt Heights. It didn't even kill any of them, the bullets just ripped through their bodies, and they kept on coming. I managed to get out of that area, and I'm holed up in an old dance club right now, with a few other survivors. I found this tape recorder lying under the DJ table, and a few tapes were nearby. I figured I'd keep a record of my time here... Just in case.
