User:Richard Shears

• Written as it was found, never proofread.*

History

Born on October 21, 1974. Lived in Malton his whole life, but didn't make it through the quarantine zone in time and was stuck in this city of death. Since 2005, has been wandering around. While rummaging through the remains of a collapsed house, he found an empty journal, and began sharing his thoughts, experiences, fears, and hopes.

This is his story.

October 21, 2008

So, I just found a journal, figured I'd do some writing. I'm not gonna explain how this happened, who I am, or why I'm here. I'm just Richard Shears, average joe. Come to think of it, if your reading this, you probably know more than I do about this "event".

Today, I found myself in a bank. No money, unfortunatly. Too bad, I really need it in this town... Didn't run into any zombies, which was suprising. Maybe the situation isn't so deir...Yeah, right. I found a cell phone too, not much good, as all my friends are-- Doesn't matter. wasn't that a song? I don't know, don't remember. Anyways, I also found a junkyard. Maybe they aren't just smelly and useless. I ended up finding a pistol clip with three bullets, a pipe, and a crowbar. Now if I find a gun, I'll be all set... Please, I've never fired a gun in my life.

Well, my plans are to head for a fort. I think there's two in Malton. Without a map, I'll just have to use my insticts to guide me. And some street signs, hopefully.

I'll write again when something interesting comes up. this is so stupid, it's like talking to a book. Whatever, better than your self.