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I started off at Bridgewater Crescent Police Dept. and headed SW. I had no idea where i was going i just wanted to find a safe place to stay for the night. Most of the buildings I came to i couldnt get into because they were EHB and i dont have Free Running yet. I havent seen any Zombies. I finally found shelter at Rodford Alley School its | I started off at Bridgewater Crescent Police Dept. and headed SW. I had no idea where i was going i just wanted to find a safe place to stay for the night. Most of the buildings I came to i couldnt get into because they were EHB and i dont have Free Running yet. I havent seen any Zombies. I finally found shelter at Rodford Alley School its VSB and there are others but I have no plans on getting to know them cause im going to be leaving soon cause i have a place to go now. I'm heading to Hurst Square School so i can join the Deck Of 52 (D52). | ||
-''Craig LZ'' | -''Craig LZ'' | ||
== Day 2 == | |||
I stepped outside of the school and looked around. The only sound i could hear was my breathing and the wind blowing bullet shells and thrash down the street. I turn and start heading SE. Not a single zombie in sight till i get to a cemetery. There was one standing there so i'm going so assume he was waiting to be revived. I keep on moving. I finally make it to the D52 HQ but there's a problem it's EHB and i dont have free running. I remember reading the D52 have a training centre at Lahey Auto Repair so i decided to head there. Not much on the way and when i get there im relieved to find out the building is only VSB. I enter, there are others here and a generator, and somebody has spray painted ''Deck of 52 Training Centre: Pro Survivors only''. I lay down and turn on my Ipod.....Wherever I May Roam by Metallica plays and i drift asleep | |||
-HOUR LATER- | |||
Im awaken by a bright light in the sky, it's a flare and im tempted to follow it but it's to far and im to tired so i go back to sleep. | |||
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This story is part of the Malton Chronicles. This story is fan-made, and is not officially part of any background history for Urban Dead. |
CraigLZ Diary
Description
Gender: Male
Looks: White,Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, Tall
Clothes: Black Hoodie (hood up), Black Jeans, Black Timberlands, Black Bandanna Around Mouth, Back Pack.
Misc: Malton Police Badge On Hoodie
Day 1
I started off at Bridgewater Crescent Police Dept. and headed SW. I had no idea where i was going i just wanted to find a safe place to stay for the night. Most of the buildings I came to i couldnt get into because they were EHB and i dont have Free Running yet. I havent seen any Zombies. I finally found shelter at Rodford Alley School its VSB and there are others but I have no plans on getting to know them cause im going to be leaving soon cause i have a place to go now. I'm heading to Hurst Square School so i can join the Deck Of 52 (D52).
-Craig LZ
Day 2
I stepped outside of the school and looked around. The only sound i could hear was my breathing and the wind blowing bullet shells and thrash down the street. I turn and start heading SE. Not a single zombie in sight till i get to a cemetery. There was one standing there so i'm going so assume he was waiting to be revived. I keep on moving. I finally make it to the D52 HQ but there's a problem it's EHB and i dont have free running. I remember reading the D52 have a training centre at Lahey Auto Repair so i decided to head there. Not much on the way and when i get there im relieved to find out the building is only VSB. I enter, there are others here and a generator, and somebody has spray painted Deck of 52 Training Centre: Pro Survivors only. I lay down and turn on my Ipod.....Wherever I May Roam by Metallica plays and i drift asleep
-HOUR LATER-
Im awaken by a bright light in the sky, it's a flare and im tempted to follow it but it's to far and im to tired so i go back to sleep.
