Journal:Astarte Townshend

205012: Audiolog, Astarte Townshend

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• Milton, Ross: The following is the data log of Astarte Shelly(?) Townshend⁰. "Townshend A" was apparently employed as a Research Associate at NecroTech during an as yet undefined period¹ preceding Dandelion². This log was recovered from 7,7 during a recovery task.

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• Thursday, 17 November 2005

I live again. Two minutes ago, I stood up and stepped out of my own grave... Hhhh... I'm shaking with adrenaline and feel sick as hell, but I'm breathing; more than may be said for the other peculiar inhabitants of this, the town of, uh... Malton. Yes. If this is, (heavy breath) useful, I was returned to, heh, rather recharged to, this mortal coil, by someone named Pyron. Or Pytro. Something like that. A firefighter, apparently (boxes falling over?). Whoever he is, he deserved- Deserves a medal. I'm currently in Houldenbank, Lucius General Hospital, with a sleeping person named Speyr and the zombies who probably want to kill him. Astarte Townshend, signed out.

• 2nd edit: Thursday, 17 November 2005

It's definitely Pyron. I ran into him in a Police Station in Houldenbank. We're now sitting around a space heater in the quondam weapons lockup. There are several others survivors present; all appear to be reasonably capable... I'm going to nap here for a few hours.

• 3rd edit: Thursday, 17 November 2005

I woke up about four hours later than I'd planned; a Dr. Andrew Baxter had quietly applied medical aid to my person while I rested, leaving me another thank-you to head my report. God bless the surviving contingent; they're our only hope.