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It took me a week, but I learned First Aid, and how to run between buildings. I'm also pretty good at finding stuff in the nearby Junkyard. Gizmo said | It took me a week, but I learned First Aid, and how to run between buildings. I'm also pretty good at finding stuff in the nearby Junkyard. Gizmo said to always make a safe house near a Junkyard, because of the wide variety of things to be found. | ||
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If you find this, then I'm probably already dead, or one of them!
My name is Taecyeon, Ok Taec Yeon (옥택연), I'm 24, I'm Korean, I'm alone and I'm scared.
WTF! That was all I could think. How did this all happen? One day I'm a member of a Korean Idol Group finishing up a European Tour with my friends and bandmates of 2PM, and the next some guy is yelling at me to get in a van or die. I once flew 1st Class everywhere and now I'm hiding out in a dirty factory in some quarantined city in Great Britain.
The kid who rescued me, Gizmo, is pretty cool, but I think he gets frustrated with me cuz I'm not learning fast. He's really nice though. We're the same age. We joke around a lot, and I think that aggravates the others in the safe house.
It took me a week, but I learned First Aid, and how to run between buildings. I'm also pretty good at finding stuff in the nearby Junkyard. Gizmo said to always make a safe house near a Junkyard, because of the wide variety of things to be found.
Gizmo showed me a map of the City. He said if we ever get separated to meet in a certain school or a specific Tower. He also gave me the phone contact of a German kid he helped, just like me. He said the guy's name was Timo Ducca and he's with Ständige Vertretung in Tapton. If I ever found myself there, I should look him up.
I was stupid and one of those things bit me on the arm.
I'm so sick. Gizmo is arguing about something. It sounds like the others want to kill me...
...Giz said he radio'd some random people for FAK's.
It's getting hard to write..I can't focus...
....."not coming you need to kill him or".......
.."Fuck yu...m not killing my frie"...
Gizmo carried me to a park and sat me under a tree. He gave me this/my journal and a pen. "Write it, write it all down." He said.
Gizmo hugged me, and there were tears in both our eyes.
I felt a sting in my arm. I opened my eyes.
"Look! They came, they brought FAK's!" Gizmo said smiling his huge grin!
"The Randoms! The Randoms came. They brought FAK's and syringes."
