Journal:Cpl. Adrian Shephard

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Adrian Shephard
Starting Occupation: Military Quarantine Enforcer Group Membership: Freelance Goals: Surviving Username: Cpl. Adrian Shephard More details: Urban Dead profile

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Cpl Adrian Shephard said:

Hello. This journal is the property of Adrian Shephard, former corporal in the Military Quarantine enforcers, later soldier in the rag-tag unofficial Army Control Corps, and later the co-founder of The Shadowfall Organization. As of my writing this, I am just another survivor. But I'm taking the time to explain what's happening around me. I'll do my best to write in this every day, though I make no promises should I die. Though, since you are reading this, I'm either with you now and you can ask me as much as you like, or I'm dead and either you've pillaged this off of my corpse or found it somewhere. In any case, I hope this enlightens you.

2008

Thursday, December 11^th

Dear lord.

Been... ugh. I have no idea how long it's been. Last time this happened was... a year ago? I got into a fight, damn zacks nearly overran the damn place and I got hit on the head pretty damn hard. Woke up about a month later, inside the attic. Some damn SOB had kept me alive, then taken off at some point. Small mercies. The whole suburb was nearly empty...

Anyways.

Roughly the same thing happened. I was in... where was it, a mall? Can't remember which. Well, someone had made up some sort of saferoom down in the basement, and I got locked in there for a while looking for a file. Took me until now to get the damn thing unlocked. Turns out Malton's in the middle of a Zed population spurt, and everything in the nearest suburbs was smashed to all hell.

I managed to get okay, and I'm holed up in a junkyard in Roachtown after running 'till my lungs hurt. Near as I can figure now that my damn GPS broke down, it's at coordinates 51 and 34.

Friday, December 12^th

Well, Roachtown seemed safe, but I had to keep moving. I've been listening to the External Military Reports, used the Necronet access feed my DNA scanner has, and apparently the place was declared a red zone today. I packed up my stuff, headed south. Stopped by Floyde Stadium and tagged the place, and then I stopped in a Factory at 45,52.

Rested up there for the day, then set out. I'm in what the Survivor's Guide to Malton (I always wonder who wrote this thing...) calls Mocker territory, holed up in the The Harrold Museum. Near enough to what Necronet is calling a safe-ish area. I'll continue later.

Some dude was in here too, not too talkative. Looked pretty damn green, but he had a nasty looking axe, so I figure he's doing okay. I asked him for a smoke before he left, but he said he had been trying to quit. Now some other dude named Tai Tao Ren who claims to be the former curator of the museum is here.

Saturday, December 13^th

Packed up again last night, said goodbye to Tai Tao Ren after discussing a few things with him, then headed south again. I made my way to West Grayside eventually, headed over to Pole Mall and Clapton Stadium to restock after a brief time in a NecroTech building to grab another syringe. Then some ass went and blew the generator. Should have tracked that guy down and given him a nice hole between the eyes.

Anyways, I made contact with someone. He's in Dartside, two suburbs away. Some NecroTech goon who finally got his shit togethor, I guess. Didn't sound to confident, so I'm guessing he's new to the whole "actually be a use and not just a drain on resources" thing. I figure he might be able to help me track down Wesley, so I'm going to rest up and hike to wherever the hell he is, The Bagnall Building.

Scrounged around the mall's Tech department until I found a GPS that worked, so I'm good to go tomorrow. Sleeping 'till then.

Monday, December 15^th

Well, the mall had a breakin, I guess. Zombies dragged me out into the street or something. I woke up on the sidewalk outside a NecroTech building, I think it was The Bagnall Building. Anyways, high-tailed it to where Geddy had said he was heading on the Radio. I'm here now, with him and another dude, Dean Reese. Looks like some Cop. Whatever.

Wednesday, December 17^th

Well, yesterday I spent mostly sleeping. Wasn't feeling too well, must have been a tainted can of tuna or something. Anyways, I'm back in action today. Scouted around the area, there was a nearby NecroTech building that I used to access the NecroNet to check on nearby zombies. Fairly large horde nearby, sixteen all told. Headed back to the safehouse, but I slipped and fell into a park. Revived some poor sap along the way back inside, then told Geddy and the cop where I was heading (the NecroTech) and ran off.

While I'm writing I may as well mention; it's almost Christmas. I'm wondering what I should do, since it's been a while... Ah well. I'll come up with something. Some guy running through the building mentioned something about grabbing some lights and a tree... I should look into that.

Thursday, December 18^th

Headed out from the NecroTech building I was in and found Geddy in a bar nearby, drinking himself under the table. Poor SOB, seems really out of it. Anyways, then I headed to Tompson Mall and dug out some christmas lights to set up. They look pretty nice...

Anyways, heard a chopper fly over a few minutes ago, people have probobly already grabbed the crate. I guess they saw the lights... Regardless. I wonder if they ever pick up my transponder? I've kept it with me, and I think it still works.

They wouldn't take me back out of here, of course. Ah well.

Saturday, December 20^th

Nothing much to report. Did a bit of partying, killed a zombie, and hooked up a Radio Transmitter in a junkyard. Hanging out back with Geddy in the bar he's still in.

Monday, December 22^nd

Hell yeah! I just opened up the second crate since yesterday, found another pair of loaded Shotguns and another six shells! I'm having trouble carrying all these things, I have five now. Whole belt full of shells.

Those bastards on the wall may have been forced to abandon me, but God bless the External Military!

Thursday, December 25^th

Well, I'm leaving that lazy lout Geddy behind, though not before I downloaded every bit of info he had from his DNA Extractor. Then I headed off with another two crates worth of shotguns and generators, on my way to West Grayside. Christmas was nice too. Someone, (don't ask me how) somehow, found some pancake mix and made up some apple pancakes. Man. Those things were great.

Friday, December 26^th

Got to West Grayside and had a few drinks in celebration. Not much to report, otherwise.

2009

Thursday, March 19^th

Well, back to writing this thing. Life's been... good. The Zacks seem to have disappeared, gone up north. Down here seems pretty heavily populated, but from what I hear there's a massive concentration of zombies not too hard from where I am right now, up in Wray Heights. I should be careful.

Saturday, March 28^th

I've taken refuge in Woodroffe Mall in Tollyton, since two days ago. The whole suburb is a little... dangerous, but it's not that bad. Turns out half the ACC is here too. Luckily for me, they don't seem to mind my desertion too much, and I've refrained from being too hostile. Not that I have any hard feelings anyway, but it's been a little difficult to avoid calling them out on that goddamn plan.

Nothing much else to report... though, I may have saved SaulKD's life. Checked out one of the nearby buildings, got downstairs to find him and a few others trying to fend off a zombie who had broken in. Killed it for them, tipped my hat and headed back to the mall after barricading the building again.

Thursday, March 31^st

After a bit of preparation, I set out from Tollyton. It was a nice place and all, but I was getting tired of the monotony. Said goodbye to the ACC, headed to the nearest NecroTech facility and got a scan of the area to update the main server with. Headed north and ended up in Crowbank for a while, but then I kept on trekking. I'm all the way to Roftwood now.

It's not pretty. Zombies have ruined most of the suburb from what I can see, my DNA Extractor's uplink is saying that the place is a red zone, a I just watched some goddamn private get torn apart by the rotters that are infesting the place.

Too tired to keep moving. I've holed up in the Nicks Arms. Left a message behind for anyone that cares to find it.

Wednesday, April 1^st

I had the worst dream this morning.