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| A bloodstained book with a torn cover. upon further examination, it has an illegible name in bold lettering.
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| Day 1
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| you know those crazy dreams where life becomes almost unreal, outside of comprehension?
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| that's what I feel like right now.
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| It started like this:
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| A hiss, like a decompression sound.
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| then, WHAM! I felt ice moving from my jugular through all the veins in my body.
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| Once the Ice feeling collected at my head, I was able to feel. God awful, but a start.
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| I woke up in familiar territory, outside of the police department where I hail from. Page
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| Plaza PD. I stepped inside by clambering over what seemed to be some wood planks, a sink,
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| some vending machine parts, and what used to be a couch, I think. My hair and clothes
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| were both matted and generally ''soaked'' with blood. This, being a generally
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| bad thing for someone who has amnesia. of course my first when I clambered inside question was,
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| "why is there somebody's couch outside the door?"
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| I was met with wide stares.
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| "Don't you know?" A curious-looking person asked.
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| "know what?" I asked.
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| "there are zombies out there..." another one finished.
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| And then my sanity collapsed. somewhere in between there I attempted to fall asleep, but couldn't.
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| possibly because of the fear of my eyballs getting ripped out of my head, or maybe the fact that groans
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| can be heard from inside? I don't know.
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| see you on the other side! --{{User:Jack_Kolt/Sig}}
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| I found a map of malton in my back trouser pocket, so I scrounged for a ballpoint pen and started drawing.
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| I began writing down all the things I would need If I were to relocate. I finally heard rumors of a hospital
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| called [[Tikhon General Hospital]]. They have A full working staff, but best of all, REAL FOOD. hmm, the last time
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| I had anything better than powdered milk and stale bread, It was a long time ago. but when was It? I don't know.
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| I hardly have anything to my name but my police badge and pistol. But I kind of like the name Jack Kolt. I think
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| it suits me well.
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| see you on the other side! --{{User:Jack_Kolt/Sig}}
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| <nowiki>*</nowiki>sigh* well, This sucks. I'm locked out of my own building! I'm not just being a wimp at getting
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| over the 'cades either. they completely blocked any. way. in. well, Brandon way PD looks safe for now.
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| all things considered, I think I should start getting into this "parkour" stuff. seems easy,
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| but I know for a fact that I will completely and utterly eat ground If I try it. but I guess
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| If the windows are open...
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| (there are a few pieces of small gravel and dirt, along with blood smears)
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| Ahem... no. no no no no no. I lept the roof to get to another rooftop and I crashed through Brandon way's
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| defunct fire escape! but wow, this hurts like a muth--.,,,.
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| (the line drags down the page)
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| Yesterday's erm.. incident... gave me a new look on this stuff.
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| A. do not attempt this from a tall building.
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| B. never go without knowing how to.
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| so I asked this military guy wearing camo and-the-like and he taught me how to "free run"!
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| he also gave me a warning about unstable..ruined.. something something something or other.
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| It really is exhilarating, free running. the euphoria as you cross between buildings. now,
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| landings... they can be harsh on the ankles. Yeah.. not fun.
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| see you on the other side! --{{User:Jack_Kolt/Sig}}
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| after I finally learned free running, I used it to cross my way into Foulkes village.
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| my first stop on my way to Ruddlebank. woo! I'm crashing at crew avenue PD. I don't know why,
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| but I guess police departments just draw me in, but I just hope not everybody decorates their
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| front lobby with animal skeletons. creepy.
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| well, this is all for now. See you on the other side! --{{User:Jack_Kolt/Sig}}
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