User:PwnPirate

You find yourself in a boarded condominium, as you raid the area for helpfull supplies an occupied room catches your eye. You find yourself opening the door and you see a poorly managed room with empty ammunition cartridges strewn everywhere. You walk up next to a bed at the far right corner and look around. The room is crimson red from the sunlight, the skies have an odd murky color from a recent storm. A bookshelf is on the opposite side of the room. You walk up to the bookshelf illuminated by the open window. You pick up a peculiar brown, dusty book with a yellow tassle clinging to the bottom. You open it and read...

Page One

(You notice that the ink on this page seems to be fresh, the page seems to have been ripped and attached to the front of the book with tape...)

September 7, 2007

It finally looks like all hope is lost now, the zombies are about to start the Revolution of Hell. This is my record of the horrible events that occured in the cursed city of Malton. I do not know how long I have left to live so I shall make this brief. My name is David Hong, I am a news reporter, this is my story...

Page Two

August 23, 2006

Today I went on a business trip to city called Malton. My assignment was to gather information about the revolutionary new technology discovered by NecroNet. I was overjoyed at hearing this, this is where my father had been buried and I longed to pay respects to him. But something went terribly wrong today, and I regret ever coming. The problems all started when I visited the cemetary at noon. It had been a long day interviewing timid scientists, they were terrible speakers and I felt that I was getting nowhere. I decided to visit my father's grave and, to my horror, his grave had been defiled! I looked around carefully and found that many graves had been defiled... I staggered back and realized that something was grabbing my leg. It was a severed arm. I could not believe what I was seeing, what hell had I fallen into? I stood in disbelief as it's grip tightened, crippling my leg. I was desperately gasping in pain and fell unconscious. I woke up today in a seemingly condemned hospital, I have no idea what is going on...

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August 24, 2006

After a day of rest, I left the abandoned hospital and wandered into the streets. I could not believe what I saw, there were creatures stationed around me and they looked vaguely like humans. I had a closer look and realized that what I saw was a monster, a disfigured demon of rotten flesh and severed limbs. I staggered back and screamed in horror, after a few minutes of recollecting myself I realized that they seemed to be unconsious. They were inanimate pillars of rotted flesh. Suddenly, one of them woke and started to attack me! I cried for help and a stranger with a shotgun incapacitated it. I asked him what had happened to the city, he gave me vague outlines of the story. He invited me to a hotel that a few survivors were living in, and I now have a room with a decent bed and formidable protection from the zombies...

Page Four

August 25, 2006

Today has been very confusing, as I attempt to learn the set of unique rules the citizens of Malton have created to cope with this strange epidemic, I've been trying to find a means of protecting myself. I've learned so far of a barracade policy that has been created to protect the citizens of Malton and keep key points open. It's been established that Malton law enforcement have created maps of suburbs and various information about what is available and where. I found and uploaded a map on my laptop, which is currently running low on batteries. Apparantly the hospital's power generator had been destroyed earlier by a patient who went mad. My kingdom for an electrical outlet. From what I've learned in the map, The location I am in currently is Shackleville, and it is not a good idea to be residing here. I've drawn out plans to leave the area and travel north-west to the well protected Galbraith Hills. It is already dark now, so I shall have to postpone my journey untill tommorow...

Page Five

August 26, 2006

I had another close call with a zombie today. The zombie had attacked me as I wandered the streets foraging for supplies. It slashed at my leg and I attempted to escape, but the pain was too great and I fell. I remember raising my arm up as a futile attempt to block it's incoming finishing blow, but a man shot it in the head and it fell to the ground. He then bandaged my wounded leg and took my back to my hotel. I later found out from other tenants that his name was Dunningan Taggart and that he was a MEMS paramedic on his daily patrol throughout the suburb. I did not get a chance meet up with him today to be able to thank him, due to my injuries, but I hope I can meet up with him sometime. I'll have to postpone my trip another day...

• You set the book down on the shelf and decide to read more of it another time.*