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While on a routine patrol outside the Monroeville City quarintine, a Private chanced upon a tattered and blooded notebook, strapped to a rock with a shoelace. He pried it from the mud and scratched of the dried dirt. Upon the front was written "My Name Is Dan Frank and by the time someone reads this, I will be dead". Most of the pen had run due to the mud and rain but the last few legible pages, detailed the last days of this mysteriuos man's life. | While on a routine patrol outside the Monroeville City quarintine, a Private chanced upon a tattered and blooded notebook, strapped to a rock with a shoelace. He pried it from the mud and scratched of the dried dirt. Upon the front was written "My Name Is Dan Frank and by the time someone reads this, I will be dead". Most of the pen had run due to the mud and rain but the last few legible pages, detailed the last days of this mysteriuos man's life. | ||
== The Entries == | == The Entries == | ||
Below are copies of the last few legible entries | |||
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Dear Addy | Dear Addy | ||
As you know I am stuck in this godforsaken city. I have been trapped in this warehouse for weeks. I am running out of food and I haven't | As you know I am stuck in this godforsaken city. I have been trapped in this warehouse for weeks. I am running out of food and I haven't slept for 2 days due to the constant moaning, and the constant fear and paranoia. My vision is growing darker and I have abandoned all hope of Richard and the team coming back, and the infection in my armis getting worse. I don't know how long I can hold on, my vision is failing. You may never read this but it comforts me to write. Yours truly | ||
Frank | Frank | ||
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After this there are no more entries, and it is believed he left after throwing the diary over the wall, as no body could be seen from the wall. We are unsure if he finally gaveinto the virus, or whether he shot himself elsewhere. We are still unsure of who this mysterious "Addy" is and we are trying to locate her to get this to her. | After this there are no more entries, and it is believed he left after throwing the diary over the wall, as no body could be seen from the wall. We are unsure if he finally gaveinto the virus, or whether he shot himself elsewhere. We are still unsure of who this mysterious "Addy" is and we are trying to locate her to get this to her. | ||
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Latest revision as of 14:22, 17 January 2009
Diary Of Dan Frank
While on a routine patrol outside the Monroeville City quarintine, a Private chanced upon a tattered and blooded notebook, strapped to a rock with a shoelace. He pried it from the mud and scratched of the dried dirt. Upon the front was written "My Name Is Dan Frank and by the time someone reads this, I will be dead". Most of the pen had run due to the mud and rain but the last few legible pages, detailed the last days of this mysteriuos man's life.
The Entries
Below are copies of the last few legible entries
June 20th
That misrable warehouse...
Dear Addy
As you know I am stuck in this godforsaken city. I have been trapped in this warehouse for weeks. I am running out of food and I haven't slept for 2 days due to the constant moaning, and the constant fear and paranoia. My vision is growing darker and I have abandoned all hope of Richard and the team coming back, and the infection in my armis getting worse. I don't know how long I can hold on, my vision is failing. You may never read this but it comforts me to write. Yours truly
Frank
June 21st
A bank of some sort...
Dear Addy
Last night a mob of zombies broke into my safehouse. I was forced to flee across the rooftops but with my leg in the shapeit is, the going was agony. I managed to make it across to this Bank and luckily the upper windows were missing. I climbed in but fell onto a desk, injuring my back. I think I blacked out because I remeber waking up in the floor. I was surrounded by dead bodies, several were badly decayed and the smell was unbearable. One of them had a gun with them and I took it. I made my way into one of the back offices and dragged a desk infront of the doors. I had to leave what little food I had in the flight and I am now starving.Life is no longer worth living... I wish I could be sure you are safe my love...
Frank
June 22nd
Unfortunately due to water damage most of the page was illegibe
However we did makeout some phrases
"the smell, has gotten to me"
"leaving"
This leads us to assume Frank left the Bank he was staying in because of the smell. He next entry shed some light on what had happened though.
June 23rd
Somewhere in the forest
Dear Addy
I have made it to the edge of the forest just before dark. I cannot go on much longer. Every movement is agony and I can feel my life slipping away. I have encountered no other survivors for weeks now. It leads me to wonder something, am I the only one alive in the city. In fact I have encountered very few undead aswell. My infection is burning now and I think I can feel myself turning into one of them. I think i am going to kill myself soon. I would hate to see you and not recognize you, I do not want that. I cannot write much more I must sleep.
Frank
June 24th
This is by far one of the shortest entries, and it shows that Frank is going to die soon.
The streets.
Early this morning I began wandering the streets, using a branch like a crutch. Why am I alone in this city of the dead. Why am I alive when the city lies in its ruined undead state. Even the Sun seems dead and the sky is always grey. My love, oh my love...
Frank
June 26th
This is the last entry
Dear My Love
My life is at an end. I will never see you again. I will never see your beautiful smile, never run my fingers through your silky hair, never tell you I love you. I want to you to know that I never subcame to the infection and that mylast thoughts are of you. I am going to tie my diary to a rock with my bootlace and toss it over the quarintine wall, in doing this I hold onto some small hope that you will recieve this. I love you now and forever.
Frank
After this there are no more entries, and it is believed he left after throwing the diary over the wall, as no body could be seen from the wall. We are unsure if he finally gaveinto the virus, or whether he shot himself elsewhere. We are still unsure of who this mysterious "Addy" is and we are trying to locate her to get this to her.
Alex1guy
