Journal:chaosvolt/September 2007

These are the September 2007 entries for the character journal of Doomrunner511 (my character). This is here to save space on the main journal page.

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September 2007

New life in Reganbank(September 1–3, 2007)

I finally reached my destination. I heard a group called "Redneck 'lil Boys" had somehow survived the zed attack. I soon got the revival I wanted, and noticed that my melee practice in undeath had improved my skill while alive. Good for me!

Getting the hang of things (The next week of September 2007)

I found many useful items, such as an axe, a pistol, and a flak jacket. After several deaths, I f***ing HATE being a zombie. My skills with guns improved as well, and I soon got the hang of using an axe.

The hunt for ammo begins! (September 14–17, 2007)

I decided to hang around in the Ashden way police dept (which is in Mornington and find ammo for my next few killing sprees. Also, I've slowly begun to regognize the zombies that kill me, so I can get revenge. I even found one and got him once! In other news, I joined a group called "The Headbangers of Malton", a group dedicated to heavy metal, over e-mail. I had some trouble getting it to work at first, but I figured it out. I love heavy metal. I mean, Redneck 'lil Boys may be good kids, but I HATE country music. See ya later!

The hunt for ammo part 2! (September 18, 2007)

I have had awesome luck finding ammo! I found several clips and at least double that in shells! I also found an extra pistol. After a good while, I settled down and hoped I find an extra shotgun tomorrow.

The hunt for ammo gets annoying! (September 19, 2007)

Crap. It seems yesterday's good luck came with a price. I'm okay, still alive. What I mean is ALL I FOUND WAS ONE FLARE!!! ONE DAMN FLARE!!! ARGH!!!!! Okay, I'm done ranting. I really want a second shotgun.

Aw, screw the hunt of ammo! (September 19, 2007)

I wasted half of the day looking for ammo and a spare shotgun...I think the ammo supply's run out. So I went over to st. andrew's, grabbed a few medkits, and jumped out the first-story window, looking for some action. I headed northwest, towards Crooketon. I saw St. Matheos's Hospital Was still ransacked (noticed that when I came here) and there was a zed just standing there. I felt like axeing him in his sleep. So I hacked at the bastard for a few minutes, and it started getting dark, so I ran into the building and jumped into a nearby railway station to sleep. I swear, it's like these days only last a half hour. Oh, well, I hope that zed's still there when I wake up, I want to finish him off...

Midnight snack? (evening September 19, 2007)

I woke up for some reason, so I went outside to see that zed was still there! I fired at it a while, my eyes soon adjusting to the dark, and more of my rounds hit home. Soon I felt my second wind leaving me, so I went back to hiding place. I'll reload later and hope I can finish him off. As I sat there in the dim light, I had a good feeling that late-night practice helped my aim a bit...

I can't sleep!!! (midnight or so September 20, 2007)

My sleep is restless. I went for a stroll, and found that zed still there, so I shot the last of my pistol clip at him. Missed. then I shot two flares at him. One of them hit, wasting the bastard. Time to victory dance! So I ran to a nearby area where a couple more were hanging out. I shot my last flare at him, his flak jacket sizzling a little. So I ran back into my safehouse and settled down, hoping I can get some f***ing rest!

Later that day... (September 20, 2007)

I woke up early today...and somehow felt well-rested. How I got a good any sleep last night I'll never know. Checked my ammo, jumped outside, and ran over to a nearby group of zeds. Killed one and ran back inside a nearby hospital. Seems somebody repaired the building. I thanked the guy for keeping the barricades just thin enough to squeeze inside, and took a nap.

Roaming around (midnight September 21, 2007)

I woke up, and roamed around looking for zeds to fry. I suddenly noticed I was all the way in Grigg Heights! Oh, well, I pumped a few rounds into a zombie, and jumped into a nearby hospital. There was some rumors that a ZOMBIE CHEF maintained the hospital at one point, so I ran into a nearby exam room to rest and hoped the zed doctor was gone, or at least didn't feel in the mood for some brain surgery...

Events in a new place! (September 21, 2007)

I woke up to find I was still alive, and some survivors moved in, too. One of them noticed me, and asked for a medkit. I gave some help, and noticed he was pretty badly mualed, so I used all my medkits on the guy. It seemed to help a good bit. I decided to see if that zombie was still there. I stepped out, and noticed that it was the same zed I shot at last night! I immediately fired all my pistol rounds into him, killing him. I stepped back inside, and checked my ammo. Damn, I've only got one clip left! I reloaded my first pistol and my shotgun, and prepared to get a good night's rest. I need to head back to Reganbank!

I feel so stupid! (September 22, 2007)

I woke up, stepped outside, and killed that damn zombie. Again. Then I realized I was locked out! DAMNIT! I ran from locked building to locked building, and saw the area had quite a few zeds. I sprained my ankle, so I crawled into a nearby alley, hoping none of the zeds would find me. Tomorrow my ankle should be better, I just hope I don't die beforehand.

Death in Grigg Heights! (September 22, 2007)

I woke up to find I was dead...again. My mind was in a haze, but I somehow recalled the events that happened as I slept. Some zed was looking around, asked for a revival, and found me. Why the hell he attacked me when he wanted to live is beyond me. I think I have the energy to stand up, but I stopped before doing so. I need to plan my route back to Reganbank. I realized I don't have the energy to stand up and THEN go a long way back to the cemetery...crap. I'll sit on my rotting ass for an hour or two, then go.

Shambling back to Reganbank (later September 23, 2007)

I had tried to get up hours ago, but some zed was sitting on me! Oh well, I got up and managed to get back to the old cemetery. I waited a few hours and got revived by a familiar face. Sadly, I don't have the strength to go thank him now, I'll do it tomorrow!

Return of the infection! (September 24, 2007)

I stood up, and found out I was infected by one of the zeds that attacked me in Grigg Heights. How I was still infected is beyond me. I noticed that the hospital was ruined, and so was most the area! I ran into the fire dept, and entered a church. There was another person there, he was asleep, so I wrote a request for healing on a piece of paper, left it next to him, and passed out...

Crazy shit happened in Reagnbank (later September 24, 2007)

I woke up to find that guy had healed me. Goody. I heard some noises outside, so I peeked out the window. Saw two zombies knocking on the doors. The guy that healed said the zeds broke in while I was out cold, he drove them out and fixed the holes. I went out and readied my shotgun. I pumped my last four shells into one, causing it to slump to the floor. I turned to the other one, and immediately started hacking at it with my axe. I did a good bit of damage before my comrade stepped outside and yelled, "Go! I'll finish it off!" I took his offer and ran back inside to get some sleep. I'm thinking of moving back to Nixbank, I heard it was in MUCH better shape than when I left it.

A rude awakening! (night of September 24, 2007)

I'm dead again. Damnit. Likely infected too. It seems the sentry got offed, leaving the zeds free to come in, kill me, and ransack the place. Tomorrow, I'm gonna get up and kill the zeds standing on my corpse (don't even ASK how I'm writing this).

Going to Crooketon! (September 25, 2007)

I decided to move to Crooketon, so I got up and shambled my way to revive point in jefferson square. Apparently the locals used this area for some reason. I noticed the laptop there and found out I could ASK to be revived, so I did.

Life in Crooketon (September 26, 2007)

I had to wait a whole day to get revived. Oh well, at least I'm back. I ran into a building so I could get into a neaby hospital. I asked around for a medkit, but I soon found one to cure my infection. With that done, I looked around for another medkit, healed myself some more, and entered the nearby police station to find ammo. I found a flare, a shell, and a clip. Just. Freaking. Great. I noticed the place wasn't very well-barricaded, so I dived back into the hospital to get some sleep. I also saw the dude who revived me was here, too. I thanked him before passing out from exuastion. Coming back from dead sure takes a lot of energy.

Zed silliness! (September 27, 2007)

I got up and went over to the nearby police dept to find ammo. As I did this, a zombie broke in! I immediately opened fire on it, making it shout something in gibberish. I knew this was a language some zeds used to talk, and it seemed like a cry of protest. So I said, "If that means something like 'don't shoot!' say 'grh.'". It quickly responded with, "Grh." So I realized it might need a revive, so I told it to say mrh if he needs revival. It just stood there. After a while I decided to get assistance at the nearby hospital. I ran over and posted a notice on a bullitin board and came back. After a while of sitting around, I told it to say grh if he'd let me use him for target practice, as he's just going to get revived by somebody. I waited for a response, and took silence for yes. I used up the last of my ammo, making sure not to kill the odd zombie. I then came back to the hospital to get some rest, hoping the zombie is not hostile. He sure is strange. maybe I'll take a look in a few hours.

Pumping iron (September 28, 2007)

Not much to do, so I went to the gym in the east wing of the hospital. I pumped iron for 5 hours, and felt a bit stronger. I realized that I was stronger, yet not at full strength. So I found a kit and used it on myself, amazed when I actually found some good for it. That must mean I'm more resilient. I'm going to sleep.

Crooketon ammo hunting (later september 28 2007)

I looked around for more ammo and a new shotgun. I found a flare, a brand new shotgun, and about enough ammo to fully load all my shiny guns. I'll look for extra ammo later.

Suicidal lunacy! (September 29, 2007)

I looked around and found a little ammo, went outside and saw a few zeds standing around. I fired my shotgun point-blank at a zombie's face, dropping it. I attracted the attention of one, clawing at me furiously. Shaking off the pain, I retreated to the safety of the hospital, resting a bit and waiting for someone to bandage my wounds. A few hours later, I was feeling a bit bored, so I felt like doing something insane...I jumped out the window, firing a salvo of pistol rounds at a group of zeds, screaming "DIE!" as I did so. One slumped over dead, the other received a few good hits. I realized my suicidal charge resulted in a sprained ankle. Crap. So I ran into a nearby alley, trying to get in the back door. No such luck. Knowing my foe was going to be really pissed, I jumped into a dumpster, hoping the brain-dead freak can't find me.

Just when I thought the zombies couldn't smell any worse... (September 30, 2007)

I woke up to a zed gnawing on my dead leg. I was about to get up and mual the bastard, but someone shot him down. Knowing that standing up would get me blasted, I waited a few minutes, then I got up, and seeing as there wasn't any nearby zeds to kill, I shambled over to jefferson square and waited for revival...