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Out of nowhere they came... one, and after a while another, then four, ten more, then hundreds swarming the streets, eating people, smashing windows and doors. I run as fast as I could, with my trained legs from all the travelling I'd done. | |||
Hidden for two days, without anyone around, in a small water-tower I saw horrible things, heard hellish screams that made my blood freeze, cries and moans... For two days I was in shock... And then there it was, that little spark in my soul like when I had burned my house down. But this time it grew, inflaming me! I could feel again. And I felt angry, with fate, with the world, with people and finally with myself for giving up. I wouldn't give up no more. | |||
After preparing myself, just after dawn, I run to the nearest PD. It was completely empty of human life, but had some dead inside. | |||
Danversbank | |||
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Peter Macgahara (before)
I was a simple man. Still am I think, but not in the same way.
Lived my life in the most boring way anyone could, afraid of anything that could make me feel the slightest pain, moving between home and an office job dealing with retarded rich people that wanted to drown themselves in the money they robed... And the worst part, I liked it. I loved the routine, the comfort, the little life of small pleasures... Little did I know...
The company was bought by a rival, and like many others I was left in the street to survive. I tried to find a job but I was only one among many... I started failing interviews, stopped getting out of the house at all, made my girlfriend leave me... I had nothing else to stay for in that rotten town, in that rotten life...
Gathered some food, packed a backpack, and torched my house down. As I saw it burn, my soul sparked, briefly. I didn't felt human anymore...
Wandered for some time from town to town, with no path in mind. It was then I got to Malton. A peaceful clean town, just like any other I passed by on my trips. But this time it would be different. I would stay, even against my will.
Life in Malton
Out of nowhere they came... one, and after a while another, then four, ten more, then hundreds swarming the streets, eating people, smashing windows and doors. I run as fast as I could, with my trained legs from all the travelling I'd done.
Hidden for two days, without anyone around, in a small water-tower I saw horrible things, heard hellish screams that made my blood freeze, cries and moans... For two days I was in shock... And then there it was, that little spark in my soul like when I had burned my house down. But this time it grew, inflaming me! I could feel again. And I felt angry, with fate, with the world, with people and finally with myself for giving up. I wouldn't give up no more.
After preparing myself, just after dawn, I run to the nearest PD. It was completely empty of human life, but had some dead inside.
Danversbank
MCDU
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Malton Civil Defense Unit |
| Peter Macgahara is a member of the MCDU. |
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Unit 3 The Hell Hounds |
| This user is a member of MCDU's The Hell Hounds |
