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| A thin male, with a recently shaved head and brown eyes. He has a tattoo of a white rabbit on his left shoulder blade, several triangles, one blue, on his right hand, and a strange circular symbol at the nape of his neck. He has an alert look to him, and moves quickly though carefully and quietly. He travels with a girl with red hair, who he had been looking for for the past two years, and several other friends of his. | | A short woman with blonde hair tied into a loose bun and honey-brown eyes. She seems oddly peppy and energetic given the circumstances. She has a Yang ☯️陽 tattoo on the back of her right hand. |
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| | As if awakening from a deep sleep, I am filled with vague memories of another life. I cannot remember the details but am filled with a sense of bittersweet nostalgia. I have taken inventory both mentally and physically, and I have come to accept that my life is not one from a decade ago. What a blessing to be allowed immortality. Whether my heart is beating or not affects only my set of capabilities. Wherever I am, in whatever condition, I am me, whether Human or Zombie. My mind is my own. |
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| '''13 December, 2007''' | | '''13 December, 2007''' |
| It's been about 2 months since my last entry. I've spent several weeks here in Woodroffe Mall, and in the safety of this place, have learned many things. I feel as though I'm as strong and able as I could be. Earlier tonight, I found three old friends nearby! One was the person I had to leave behind, [http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1016063 Patrick,] as he had turned, and the two others are close friends of mine, [http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1079219 Eric] and [http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1079206 Felix]. [http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1023750 ellie] and I have been doing well, and I've explored the nearby malls. Evidently, this area of the city is called the SSZ, or Survivor Security Zone, as there are three or four malls nearby, and many places of tactical importance. With 4 friends and all the skills I could gain, things are finally looking up. Now I'll have to help them learn their own skills so we can be better defended.
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| --[[User:NovaCiv|NovaCiv]] 12:58, 13 December 2007 (UTC)
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| '''15 October, 2007''' | | '''15 October, 2007''' |
| I awoke to a groaning noise a while ago. I had fallen asleep with Her in the police station. The barricades had been destroyed, and there were about 6 zombies inside of the building. I quickly woke her up, and we lept from the roof of the police station to the roof of the firestation right next to it. I found a safe place for her to stay, and I went back to the police station. I killed several zombies there and in nearby buildings that were also overrun, and cleared some killed zombies out of the building. I then shut the doors with a pipe I'd found. I got back to the firestation.
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| I do not possess the skills to barricade the police station, so my only choice is to stay here, hope it doesn't get overrun, and rest until I can get skilled in building and barricading.
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| '''14 October, 2007''' | | '''14 October, 2007''' |
| I stayed the night in a Police station in Wray Heights, with minor wounds. I woke up and felt someone near me. I had some minor wounds, so I wasn't able to react quickly. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but I felt someone's hand on my face. I also felt someone's breath on my scalp, and it was warm, so I knew it was not a zombie... Who the hell was so close to me, though? Had I been captured? Without stirring or opening my eyes, I let my hand slowly slide to my leg, reaching for my knife.
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| It wasn't there. I realised that I was missing all of my weapons, they were all gone. My guns, everything. I peeked open, and saw the glimmer of my gun on a shelf several feet away from me. I panicked. I jumped up away from the person, snatched the gun off the shelf and pointed it at them.
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| Just over the top of the barrel of my gun, I saw a smiling face, with red hair. It couldn't be. I rubbed my eyes, gunk still at the edges of my vision from sleeping. I looked again.
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| "Good morning."
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| My mouth must have fallen open, and I stared at her. Was it really her? Was I still dreaming? How had she found me? Had she been looking for me, too? I saw the flash of the crowd sweeping her away again, me screaming her name, and she screaming mine. It seemed like it was all happening again. My gun clattered as it hit the floor. I guess I had dropped it.
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| "Pointing guns at your lost love? Still not a morning person, I see."
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| I laughed, ran up to her and embraced. I must have held her for 10 minutes. I couldn't believe that she was here!
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| We talked, laughed, and told what had happend to us the last two years. It turns out she had been searching for me, too. She's been staying safe, mostly, but searching for me nonetheless.
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| Since finding her, I've been working on my skills with pistols... I have someone to protect now... I feel extremely confident with it now, Like I couldn't get any better with it.
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| So far, here are the skills I possess:
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| I'm extremely good with a pistol, and decent with a shotgun. I can preform freerunning, so I can get into places I normally can't. My medical skills are decent, so I can cure more wounds and such with the proper materials. I've spent enough time in a mall to be able to identify different types of stores at a glance.
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| I've noticed certain physical traits different from usual, so I believe I have gotten certain skills as a zombie, too.
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| I think my physical attacks with my hands are more accurate and powerful, I'm quick, for a zombie. I have enough problem solving abilities to be able to open doors, and I can stand up more easily after being knocked down.
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| Thank God I've found her.
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| Of course... When I left to look for her, a friend of mine was turned into a zombie... We have to go back and help him.
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| But that's for another day. tonight, I rest. --[[User:NovaCiv|NovaCiv]] 07:14, 15 October 2007 (BST)
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| '''12 October, 2007''' | | '''12 October, 2007''' |
| I woke up in a warehouse this morning, and was rested enough to try to move north through the city. I hopped from building to building, stopping to attack a zombie along to way, to test out my newly acquired skills with firearms. I got into a hospital, and both gathered enough to manage several first aid kits, and changed out of my clothes, which had gotten bloody... I have died several times since first finding them at a mall.
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| I left where I've been staying since the initial breakout just a couple months ago... and I've died... If I remember correctly, about 20 times. I can never remember most of what had happened while I was dead... But watching the other zombies gives me a pretty good idea...
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| I shudder to think that I actually become one of ''them'', those disgusting creatures...
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| I have not been keeping a log up until now, and something happens to me when I die and then are revived... It's harder to remember things. It's almost always just details of what I did before dying, but it's annoying nonetheless. I assume the brain is not left completely undamaged in the death/zombification/revivification process, so perhaps keeping some kind of record will remember things more easily.
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| However, more important than surviving is heading north. That's where I last remember seeing her. I'm not even sure how it happened... I just remember people running through the streets screaming, zombies running after them... there was so much chaos.
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| People were running away from them, understandably, but I knew a hospital only several blocks away that would serve as a fine hiding place from the zombies... I was with her at the time... But we got pushed apart by the panicked crowd... I last saw her being forced to move with the crowd, we both tried to grab each others hands, but they had pushed her too far away. I was pushed the opposite direction of her. My last memory of her is her arm out, the crowd pushing her away from me. She tried to yell something at me... But the noise was too much and I could not hear her.
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| That's the last I saw her, almost 2 years ago... I know her, she would try to stay close to where we last saw each other, so we could find each other... That's where I have to go. The Suburb of Edgecomb.
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A short woman with blonde hair tied into a loose bun and honey-brown eyes. She seems oddly peppy and energetic given the circumstances. She has a Yang ☯️陽 tattoo on the back of her right hand.
22 July, 2023
As if awakening from a deep sleep, I am filled with vague memories of another life. I cannot remember the details but am filled with a sense of bittersweet nostalgia. I have taken inventory both mentally and physically, and I have come to accept that my life is not one from a decade ago. What a blessing to be allowed immortality. Whether my heart is beating or not affects only my set of capabilities. Wherever I am, in whatever condition, I am me, whether Human or Zombie. My mind is my own.
I Am Here Now In This.
13 December, 2007
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15 October, 2007
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14 October, 2007
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