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Found a notebook while I was searching for some medical supplies in the hospital. Could be useful. Won't make all the zombies by the fort go away...but it could be useful... | Found a notebook while I was searching for some medical supplies in the hospital. Could be useful. Won't make all the zombies by the fort go away...but it could be useful... | ||
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Time to get out of this police station before the undead come knocking. Till next time. | Time to get out of this police station before the undead come knocking. Till next time. | ||
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So, I'm out of ammo and syringes. Instead of gathering those things again, I'm going a different route this time. I'm in some run-down movie theater in Heytown, and I'm gathering FAKs at the nearby hospital (going to the hospital in Pitneybank is tantamount to suicide, with all the zombies nearby. I can't help people if I'm dead.) When I gather all I can, I'm going to head back to Pitneybank to heal as many people as possible. Seems like a good idea to me. After all; while fighting the undead, it would be folly for us survivors to neglect our health. | So, I'm out of ammo and syringes. Instead of gathering those things again, I'm going a different route this time. I'm in some run-down movie theater in Heytown, and I'm gathering FAKs at the nearby hospital (going to the hospital in Pitneybank is tantamount to suicide, with all the zombies nearby. I can't help people if I'm dead.) When I gather all I can, I'm going to head back to Pitneybank to heal as many people as possible. Seems like a good idea to me. After all; while fighting the undead, it would be folly for us survivors to neglect our health. | ||
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I can't even keep my head straight, my mind feels like it's been tossed into a blender. I'm writing this to keep my thoughts straight. | I can't even keep my head straight, my mind feels like it's been tossed into a blender. I'm writing this to keep my thoughts straight. | ||
A couple of days ago, I made it back to Pitneybank. I had finished killing some zombies, and was about to hide in a building. However; I lost my footing on the walls of the building I was free-running to, and I slipped and fell. A zombie got me. He bit me on my shoulder. And I'm alive, but I really wish I wasn't, because I'm infected. I know I am. I think my skin's been rotting these past few days. I can't hold down food. And I'm losing control over myself, I've lost control... | A couple of days ago, I made it back to Pitneybank. I had finished killing some zombies, and was about to hide in a building. However; I lost my footing on the walls of the building I was free-running to, and I slipped and fell. A zombie got me. He bit me on my shoulder. And I'm alive, but I really wish I wasn't, because I'm infected. I know I am. I think my skin's been rotting these past few days. I can't hold down food. And I'm losing control over myself, I've lost control... | ||
'''date unknown''' | '''date unknown''' | ||
what the fuck. that's pretty much all I can say right now. what. the. fuck. | what the fuck. that's pretty much all I can say right now. what. the. fuck. | ||
[[Category:Journals|Samu3l]] | [[Category:Journals|Samu3l]] |
Revision as of 01:18, 7 July 2012
2/26/12
Found a notebook while I was searching for some medical supplies in the hospital. Could be useful. Won't make all the zombies by the fort go away...but it could be useful...
3/4/12
Well, it seems that once again Pitneybank has gone to hell. There seem to be a lot of zombies outside the Necrotech facility, as well as Giddings Mall (why do people care so much about that building anyways? It's not like it's necessary for survival...). I guess I won't be able to go to southern Pitneybank like I wanted to. A shame, since patrolling this northern part all the time gets kind of boring. Maybe next time...
I've gathered enough supplies (Necro syringes...ammo..), so I guess I'll go out and see if I can revive some people/kill some zeds. Not quite sure if I'll try to defend the Necrotech or the Mall..I guess I'll figure that one out when I get there..
Time to get out of this police station before the undead come knocking. Till next time.
3/15/12
So I'm out of ammo and Necrotech syringes now. I spent a good deal of time defending Giddings Mall, and reviving people. It's kind of depressing. When I first started to work on defending the mall, I saw 30ish zombies in the horde outside it...then it grew to 50...and now the radio reports tell me that the southwest corner of the mall is completely overrun. Yeah. Sucks doesn't it?
While I was defending the mall, I seemed to get wounded a lot. I slipped several times while free running from building to building (those ruined buildings always make me do that! It's so easy to lose footing on one of those!). And I didn't have any first aid kits on me. But people always healed me with their own first aid kits, and to these generous people I am very grateful.
So, I'm out of ammo and syringes. Instead of gathering those things again, I'm going a different route this time. I'm in some run-down movie theater in Heytown, and I'm gathering FAKs at the nearby hospital (going to the hospital in Pitneybank is tantamount to suicide, with all the zombies nearby. I can't help people if I'm dead.) When I gather all I can, I'm going to head back to Pitneybank to heal as many people as possible. Seems like a good idea to me. After all; while fighting the undead, it would be folly for us survivors to neglect our health.
4/16/2012
God, what the fuck is happening to me. I can't even keep my head straight, my mind feels like it's been tossed into a blender. I'm writing this to keep my thoughts straight. A couple of days ago, I made it back to Pitneybank. I had finished killing some zombies, and was about to hide in a building. However; I lost my footing on the walls of the building I was free-running to, and I slipped and fell. A zombie got me. He bit me on my shoulder. And I'm alive, but I really wish I wasn't, because I'm infected. I know I am. I think my skin's been rotting these past few days. I can't hold down food. And I'm losing control over myself, I've lost control...
date unknown
what the fuck. that's pretty much all I can say right now. what. the. fuck.