User:Inkdude26

Inkdude26 is new to Urban dead and i writing a journal documenting every day he is alive as a survivor.

DAY 1 I wake up in the Loney Row Police Department surrounded by some strangers I don’t know. I don’t know how long I’ve been out for, but something is defiantly not right. My first sign of something being wrong is that my new comrades are all soaked with blood and heavily armed. Most of these men are sleeping, so I decide to find out what’s wrong all by myself. As soon as I step outside I see them, 3 walking corpses coming towards me, I decide to run to the club across the street. I decide to explore around a bit. I realize at this moment that I have a pistol at my side and feel it is best to draw it. As I walk around I check all the buildings I come to, but to no avail. It seems as though all these buildings have been either looted or barricaded by survivors of whatever is happening here. I finally find a building with broken windows and hop in with hopes of finding some snacks or drinks. As I search I see a newspaper lying on the ground, I quickly snatch it up and read it. What I see doesn’t make me any less nervous..... Apparently I am in the middle of quarantine for a zombie out break... I quickly run back to the police station, but right in front of the doors are the three zombies I escaped earlier. I raise my gun and unload six bullets into one of them; only two connect with their target. I then quickly open the door and barricade myself inside. I search a desk and find another clip of ammo for my pistol. I point my gun out the top window and try another 2 shots at the zombies; I only stop when one of the men yells at me to stop wasting my ammo. I really need to sleep, I have a lot to take in...

DAY 2 I dont know what happened last night, I wake up with a jolt in an alley a few blocks up from the police station. When I awake I see a man standing over me, I cant hear what he’s saying, but he’s holding a large syringe. I see him motioning me to get up; I try but stumble and fall back down. My ears finally stop ringing and I can hear him yelling at me to “get the hell up and go to a safehouse, it’s dangerous outside!” He then runs away to the north of our location. I try to follow him, and manage to get a few blocks up, but all the buildings are too tightly barricaded. My adrenaline finally leaves me and I pass out outside of the firestation. All I can hope for right now is to wake up, alive, and get to safety. A wake up a few hours later and manage to scurry into the firestation before I pass out again.

DAY 3 I wake up and decide I will just spend the day searching for equipment before I go back to the police station and find out what happened, I find a fireaxe and two flare guns, these tools will defiantly do well for me against the zombie menace.

DAY 4 I return to the police station to find it ravaged, 5 dead bodies and 4 zombies waiting inside. I sneak in and drag the 5 dead bodies outside in hopes that a group of survivors will find and bury them. I also clean the building of blood stains… this ruined building depresses me so I head back to the fire station to rest for the night.

DAY 5 I go to the hospital across the street to check for first aid supplies. As I arrive I can tell something horrible transpired here, the door is wide open and there are zombies roaming around. I run inside anyways and drag the corpses of some poor people outside. I come in one last time to check for supplies and find a first aid kit. This is a poor consolation for what I have witnessed in this ruined building. I leave the hospital and close the door behind me. As I return to the fire station I attack a zombie mercilessly, trying to avenge the slain. I use up all my bullets, and take a few swings at it with my axe….. As my adrenaline wears off and I calm down I find myself sapped of energy so I go inside the fire station and fall asleep.