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| == November 25, 2010, Day 5. ==
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| It's day 5, I think it's Thanksgiving, and I've been killed twice since arriving in Chancelwood, and I'm currently infected. It seems safer to sit outside the Curton Mansion, near the non-lethal Zombies. I have to stay wary of the assassins that litter the streets, because Chancelwood isn't the nicest suburb in Malton. I'm still looking for York, god knows where he is. I hope he's okay, or at least getting help. If I die again, I hope someone sees this, I don't want to stay infected.
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| What I remember from the past several days, a dead body rose in Curton Towers, which now just crossed my mind, because it was well barricaded. Once my infection is cured, I'll go back, but now, I'm too weak. I'm a little tired at the moment, but someone is inside, I'll try asking for first aid.
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| == November 26, 2010, Day 5. ==
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| Today, I woke up on the floor of the mansion, with more scratches on me, how long was I zombified today? God, this is a revive point, I'm not a random person on the street. When I woke up, I saw a face of a guardian angel, with a first aid kit in tow. I'm cured. Thank god! That's not all I learned today...
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| He's looking for me. York is looking for me! I traveled out to Rolt Heights, where a guy told me York was in Rhodenbank! Rhodenbank! He's right above me!
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