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Collected more ammunition, fired at a couple of them; heading south. It is a surprise that the station is not ruined yet, but it shall happen; it is almost a certainty that everything will be destroyed and that everyone will be killed, a fact I try to avoid as much as possible. Only 3 clips and 2 shells. The man I saw yesterday is most likely dead...there was nothing I could do. | Collected more ammunition, fired at a couple of them; heading south. It is a surprise that the station is not ruined yet, but it shall happen; it is almost a certainty that everything will be destroyed and that everyone will be killed, a fact I try to avoid as much as possible. Only 3 clips and 2 shells. The man I saw yesterday is most likely dead...there was nothing I could do. | ||
'''20th December 2008''' | |||
It is almost over. Radlett was almost taken today; moved south; forced to take shelter in the wilderness like an animal - but there is no true shelter. Had time to think; perhaps there is no escape from that fate of an animal, we either are slaughtered like common, squirming animals in the dark, slaughtered by friends, family, companions, never to be seen; never to be known of; left in the dirt to be forgotten, a statistic in a document locked deep underground. Or, we become one of them, a creature only driven to feed; a creature with no feelings, or capacity to reason; and when that happens, when every man woman and child in this city has been turned; then what? Thoughts linger on absent friends, on the Row; that hellish night. But there is still hope, as long as there is life, there is hope. | |||
Revision as of 19:00, 20 December 2008
My Borehamwood profile- [1]
Journal of a Borehamwood police officer
18th December 2008
Found an old book; decided to write to calm my nerves; every day seems darker and every night seems colder, they roam the streets, familiar people rendered unrecognisable. Saw Karlin-or, what's left of him, he was with a small mob of them, gathered round a police station like moths to a flame. Travelled the various buildings; people are huddled together for warmth, complete strangers united; criminals and decent people united by one emotion: fear. Saw one cornered by one of them; he looked to me for help, but with a heavy heart and an empty gun, I left him to his fate. Bullets are a precious commodity, getting rarer and rarer each day; worth more to me than my weight in gold. Went to a police station; they had broken in, I grabbed a clip, fired twice, hit once, and left.
19th December 2008
Collected more ammunition, fired at a couple of them; heading south. It is a surprise that the station is not ruined yet, but it shall happen; it is almost a certainty that everything will be destroyed and that everyone will be killed, a fact I try to avoid as much as possible. Only 3 clips and 2 shells. The man I saw yesterday is most likely dead...there was nothing I could do.
20th December 2008
It is almost over. Radlett was almost taken today; moved south; forced to take shelter in the wilderness like an animal - but there is no true shelter. Had time to think; perhaps there is no escape from that fate of an animal, we either are slaughtered like common, squirming animals in the dark, slaughtered by friends, family, companions, never to be seen; never to be known of; left in the dirt to be forgotten, a statistic in a document locked deep underground. Or, we become one of them, a creature only driven to feed; a creature with no feelings, or capacity to reason; and when that happens, when every man woman and child in this city has been turned; then what? Thoughts linger on absent friends, on the Row; that hellish night. But there is still hope, as long as there is life, there is hope.
