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Shev'yc Kal
Mandalorian phrase meaning "Don't mess with Mandalorians, bub."
Level: 23
Class: Military
Group: Mandalorian Protectors
UDID: 924530
Current Status: Dead
Current Theatre of Operations: Ketchelbank
Themesong: "Bodies" - Drowning Pool
Signature: --Shev'yc Kal (jorhaa'ir dadita)
Physical Description
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 281lbs
Eye Colour: hazel
Close cropped greying hair, hard eyes and a powerful physique are the defining characteristics of this man. A leather duster is worn over steel plates in the Mandalorian beskar'gam design. A parang - a vicious, machete-like weapon - is slung over his back, and pistols are strapped to each of his thighs. The Mandalorian 'mythosaur' symbol is tattooed to the side of his neck.
Background
Shev'yc Kal - a name meaning 'silent blade' in Mando'a - is a taciturn individual. He grew up in the culture. With the advent of the zombie outbreak in Malton, he found a place to test his skills.
War Diary
Week One
Day One
Well, I'm here in Malton. Don't know how I slipped past the 'cades at the border. Don't want to either. Makes me worried to think that they're more concerned about people gettin' out than gettin' in. First things first: get the lay of the land, find a secure location to bunker in, then stock up on ammunition and first aid supplies.
Day Two
Bunkered down securely in an abandoned autobody shop. Next door to a hospital, two blocks down from a PD too, so meds and shot'll be easy to come by. Was able to lower the local undead population by a bit. Easy so far. But I'm still fresh. It'll get harder as time goes on. Always does.
Day Three
Getting crowded in the area. Too many other survivors. Moving on before the zeds notice and take action while I've got my head down for the night. Heading west.
Day Four
Hooked up with some other survivors who seem to know their stuff. Working on clearing an NecroTech building. Dropped some more corpses off. Butcher's bill is gettin' high.
Day Five
Gah. One of them got me good. Out of first aid. The others ran. I'm searching for someplace that isn't filled with corpses. Gah. Looks like gangrene. But this soon? And it's been so dry. Can't be natural. Hope I find a hospital soon.
Day Six
Too weak to write... the text manages to scrawl off the page illegibly at this point.'
Week Three
Day ???
I have no idea how I got here. How long I was dead. At least that's what they tell me happened. Jabbed me with some glowing green goop that jumpstarted my neural systems and got me going again. Thinking again. I'm going to call this 'day fifteen' for the hell of it. Fifteen always seemed like a lucky number for me. Don't ask me why. Anyway, Still sluggish from the shot. Going to hit the sack for now.
Day Sixteen
Being dead affected my marskmanship. Been practicing. Also, working on clearing a hospital. Good experience on killing Zack. Time to sleep now though.
Day Seventeen
Got my marksmanship up to spec again. Now to find a pistol and some mags.
Day .... Twenty?
I guess I spent some time shambling again, near the zoo now. I'm down with the sickness again. Near death, barely crawled into a hospital. Zack's outside, but hopefully the survivors there will heal me before they get in. Passing out now...
Day Twenty-One
Back at operational strength. Now to find a mall to stock up at. This place is crawling with Zeds. The stench from the zoo is amazing. I'm outta here.
Week Four
Day Twenty-Four
Bra!nz?...
Day Twenty-Six
Woke up in the middle of a strange street surrounded by Zeds, all curiously moaning the same syllable - "Mrh?" over and over. Anyway, still felt weak, barely made it inside an abandoned hospital, found some adrenaline and morphine; made the pain go away, went in search of safer areas, preferably those with power. Found another medical center and dug up some more supplies to patch myself up with. Doing better now. Some other blokes here. Aruetiise, but look like good people. Time to sleep.
Day Twenty-Seven
Someone patched me up. Didn't catch their name. Moved on, holed up in a mall stocking up on some ammunition and medical supplies. Avoiding the other survivors. Back to the redzones soon.
Day Twenty-Eight
Started patrolling deeper into the Redzones. Saw a Zed munching on someone still alive. Blasted it's brains out the back of it's skull with my pistols. Got the kid too. Tough luck. Gotta die sometime.
Week Five
Day Twenty-Nine
Continued patrolling. Sketchy lookin' guy looked half-dead. Put him outta his misery. And the misery of the poor young lass next to 'im. Moving on.
Day Thirty
Woke up in the middle of the night to pounding on the door of my hideaway and groaning. There's too many of them! Gotta run........ The rest of the entry trails off the page in a smear of blood.
Day Thirty-One
Alive again. Searching for a gun shop. Need to restock.\
Day Thirty-Five
Got a personal recorder now. Further journal entries will be done on this format.
Week Six
Day Forty
Wake up. Time to die. *sound of several gunshots in quick succession, then groaning from a few meters away* Bastard was sleeping in my spot.
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