User:Evan Arnoldi/Stories

It's been one year after the Malton bombing. The government declared The Malton city under any circumstances cannot hold the horde of zombies any longer, and must be "purified" to prevent any spread of the virus, sacrificing the remaining survivors there.

My name? my name is Ethan Stewart. Previously under services of the military, but the government assign me to a secret division by the military, called "The Cleaner". The Cleaner activities are many in the past according to the captain. Cleaning the evidence of JFK murder, destroying any Roswell incident's evidence, and killing the true killer of John Lennon. Their task now is not simply easier.

Cleaning the remaining zombies in Malton after the purification.

Of course, the division laughed at the task earlier, but after receiving some information that some horde of zombie still lurking in the Malton streets, their know any fatal mistake resulted to flashy death. And worse, reanimation as zombie.

No one wants that, and neither do i.

We arrived at the border, still wondering why the border still tough after the bombing. "The border is anti-explosion according to the the construction worker that helped building this border 6 years ago." Said the border guard.

After the long boring explanation of Malton, we finally get the chance to enter the god-forsaken city.

We get in by the abandoned railway station near the border. If i recall, the station name is Ellicott Place Railway Station. Bloods still everywhere, giving me a situation of becoming one of the survivors. The rubble was the most troublesome problem though, hindering our progress to get into the streets.

We managed to get out from the station. The streets was so.... calm, like there's no live on this city. Hell, explosion wiped them all dude. Yeah, my mind speak rationally, i forgot there was a EXPLOSION on this city. Nevermind though, we moving onto next building.

We move to the southern area of the city. We founded a albeit normal building looking on outside, it's a NecroTech lab inside. The building name is The Woodborne Building.

Correct me if im wrong, but the lab was so remarkable. If memory serves, there was numerous empty serum, bottle of vials, some unknown manufacturing device for creating a weird fluid on a empty serum and numerous graffities on the walls. The last one says: There is no escape for any of us..

How could they know the bombing? because of the atomic bomb noise? or... someone telling them from the outside?

My question answered quickly when i found a half damaged radio on a bag, tuned to 28.01 frequency. Belonging to a dead man, i suppose said by Albert. Albert is just like me, member of "The Cleaner". Inside the bag, there were also a Journal. I open the first page. And founded this:

Belongs to: Evan Arnoldi. Please return to the person above in case this journal is not yours.

I read them later says to myself.

"Okay boys, we have all we need, we backing to the real world now. Be happy." Said by The Captain. Well, it seems only me that are reluctant to leave this city. Oh well, i continue my mad journey later.

Arriving at my house, after receiving 5000$ for entering the dangerous(which i found silly) city Malton, i rushed to my beds, and starting to read the Journals. It will be a exciting stories mutters myself.

Second page of the journal:

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20 July 2010

I founded this unused journal on the Beale Library. Well, i think it will be save to record my journey on this goddamned city in this journal.

5 Shotguns and 1 Pistols locked and loaded, 2 shotgun shells, 5 pistol clips. And other useful items on my bag.

Before i arrived in this library, i was revived by some nice guy on The Sendall Monument. Headache, as usual.

I have spent 5 years on this cursed city, awaiting for the rescue from the military, which i find is impossible. As far as i remember, i have died more than 100 times. Yeah, for real, you, the one who reading this, surely don't know the pain i must suffer through.

Hearing the broadcast requesting help on Fort Creedy are numerous. Said by the broadcaster, the attack this time we're worst than previous years. it is the Big Bash 3. Third big bash by the zombies. Hell, this time surely will be the worst.

Maybe i start helping Fort Creedy tomorrow, i need sleep this time... damn, must be caused of the reviving effect.

Adios. --Evan Arnoldi 11:51, 20 July 2010 (BST)