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char_group='''Ranson Boulevard Police Department Medical Team in Buttonville'''| | char_group='''[[Ranson Boulevard Police Department]] Medical Team in [[Buttonville]]'''| | ||
char_stats='''6 kills, 3 revives, 3 deaths,'''| | char_stats='''6 kills, 3 revives, 3 deaths,'''| | ||
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'''Location: Ranson Boulevard Police Department in Buttonville''' | '''Location: [[Ranson Boulevard Police Department]] in [[Buttonville]]''' | ||
The time is blank. I cannot recall much from the incident that took place | The time is blank. I cannot recall much from the incident that took place | ||
Revision as of 15:56, 21 February 2014
****WARNING EVERYTHING I RECORD IN MY JOURNAL ANY ACTIONS THAT I *SEE* AND SPEECH TAKEN BY YOU WHEN AROUND ME WILL BE PUT IN MY JOURNAL, MAKE IT INTERESTING BECAUSE IF YOU INTRODUCE YOURSELF AND GIVE A COOL BACKSTORY OR ANYTHING TO ME, IT WILL END UP IN MY JOURNAL****
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Location: Ranson Boulevard Police Department in Buttonville The time is blank. I cannot recall much from the incident that took place From what I remember there were many prisoners screaming for my help as my daily routine of providing medical care was interrupted instantaneously. The cells were broken into as I hid inside a garbage can filled with used wound dressings while wearing a medical mask and surgical gloves to prevent my own contamination. These creatures broke in, scraped at the flesh of the inmates like rabid dogs through locked cell doors at the police department.. I managed to run during the screaming, to dodge the violence and avoid my own demise. This madness (I wondered) Must have a cause, a reason to exist! But it was too late to think as I continued to run for my very life. Hallways filled with animated corpses of prisoners, volunteers, visiters, officers, guards and staff that were dying coming back to life. The police officers experience on the streets could not prepare them for this. So I fled, escaped my own fate, now left looking for others and answers to this madness.
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Canadian |
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Pain Is Money |
| This user's job takes blood and guts in the most literal sense possible. |
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The Hitchhiker's Guide To Malton |
| Reminding Malton survivors of the most reassuring words they're likely to hear all day: Don't Panic |
