User:Blueheadish

Leader of BAD-MU (Buttonville Anti-zombie Defense and Medical Unit). Come join our happy team :)!

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	This user or group supports the Centers of Learning Policy & acknowledges that all libraries, schools, zoos, and museums in the city of Malton are considered safe places. No survivor in one of these locations may be killed for any reason unless that survivor is a specified enemy of this user or group.

November 25, 2008

The zombies entered for the first time today. A group was barricading the door as zombies fought to take it down last I saw. Voices in the night tell me to run, escape without a sign. I know what will happen, however. Outside lays death, and possible infection. In the warmth of the mall I can stand with my fellow survivors.

But how long will it be? How long until the final stroke?

I haven't been outside yet. The incident in the church forced me to my senses. We are human, and the zombies are not. They will try to kill us no matter the cost. What can I do alone? Nothing. There have been to many heroes to count that have left these walls, never to return. The only evidence of their fate is in the feeding groans that touch our ears at night, forcing our dreams into nightmares.

November 24, 2008

Am I going crazy? Already, surrounding buildings have been eliminated, leaving us alone. Survivors have been packed into the various stores of the mall like sardines. What will happen when the zombies break in? Will they destroy us at last?

I drove away a zombie today. It had entered a church where three other survivors were struggling to defeat it. I shot off my shotgun twice, hitting it both times. It escaped, leaving two of us to barricade the church back to the standards.

An idea just crossed my mind, maybe I can escape. I could get out of Buttonville, and into the safe areas. But I've heard that they are under attack, or have the potential of being under attack. Maybe I'm just going crazy.

November 23, 2008

I find myself, now, trapped between a rock and a hard place. In Bukley Mall, is that where I'll die? I stand with almost three hundred survivors, here, chased out of my dark hiding. They scratch at the door, I can hear them. There are more that ten, I can tell by the moaning. God help us...

November 22, 2008

I have tried to find my friends in Malton, but most of them aren't contacting me. I'm lucky to find this paper and pen in the dark building in which I stand. Only the light from the moon is giving me any help in actually writing this... autobiography. There are only two others in here, along with me. In the dark, they look scary, but I have to hold strong to the luck that has brought me so far down south into Buttonville.

I have spent my nights in this club, watching the mall from my window, wondering when the zombies will target us, like they have neighboring suburbs. I can only wait, and pray that my family outside of Malton knows I'm fine. I have to trust myself, and no one else.

Let's see if I can get a picture of where I am...