Journal:Taecyeon

Taecyeon
Starting Occupation: Zombie/Civilian Group Membership: 2PM Goals: To Survive! Username: Taecyeon More details: Urban Dead profile

Taecyeon's Journal:

If you find this, then I'm probably already dead, or one of them!

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First Day:

My name is Taecyeon, Ok Taec Yeon (옥택연), I'm 26, I'm Korean, I'm alone and I'm scared.

WTF! 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 this factory 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.

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Second Day:

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. They also seem to get mad when I charge my phone. Gizmo and some of the others asked why I bother when the phone masts are usually down, and Military blocks transmissions anyway. "It has pictures of my friends and family, and music. My groups music and videos." I had to walk away as I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

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First week:

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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Second week maybe?:

Somebody came into to the safe house. They were injured so I used my last FAK on them. Gizmo looked angry. He pulled me aside and told me the rules:

Rule #1! Always have 1 FAK for yourself! Even if your best friend is dying, you save that FAK for yourself!
Rule #2! Do not sleep in resource buildings!
Rule #3! Keep your Pack with you at all times. It's a pillow if you can't wear it!
Rule #4! You have no home! Don't get attached to a place/building or person.
Rule #5! Trust no one!

I guess he could see that I was upset cuz he added: "I know you were trying to do the right thing, but It's different here. It's not like out there anymore. You have to be selfish sometimes."

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I think it's been a month:

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.

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Three or four months in:

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'd be back. He was going to look 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"...

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Nearly 3 months later:

I felt a sting in my arm. I sat up and opened my eyes.

I was outside of a Mall.

"Man it took me forever to find you!"

I looked over and saw it was Gizmo talking to me. He pulled me over and into a library.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You got the fever, and wandered off." He answered.

"Gizmo, I swear, I'll always keep at least two FAK's on me at all times. One for each of us!"

"I know you will," he said with a smile.

His smile slowly faded though. "I have to go. It's Important." He pointed to a nearby Bank. "Get in there for the night. Tomorrow, head here", he said giving me a hand-drawn map.

I asked why I couldn't go with him, but he said it would be very dangerous. I went into the Bank. As I turned to look out the door, he was gone.

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