User:Gordon Skiles
Profile
Name: Gordon Lawrence Skiles
Gender: Male
Occupation: Police Lieutenant, GGPD, Central Monroeville
Player Alignment: Survivor, Survivor Rescue
Status
Condition: Alive, Fine
Activity: Moving (Support)
Journal
July 04th 2008, 19:40
It fell.
The station I fled from fell today. I fled it for good, counting ten zombies and zero survivors inside. I withdrew my support from the area, they will be joining me in awhile. I hope they make it.
I found another police station not too far away. It's adjacent to another one, very strongly barricaded, and both are lit. Human presence within both stations are high, meaning that there's enough manpower to go around. I hope. It's good. A safe haven like this gives the precious few of us that remain a bright hope.
No, it's not going to remain safe. Just an hour ago, an isolated break-in in a nearby safehouse at a library fell. This is bad. Around me, however, the survivors are immediately rushing to action. Ammo and supplies are plentiful here, although medicine will be a slight problem.
The zombies are moving West. We have to stop them dead(ha) in their tracks. So that the survivors behind can regroup and reinforce. Once the quarantine continues, it'll be safe once more. That is, until help arrives.
Me? I still can't remember what exactly happened after Miracle Mile Mall. But brooding on that is pointless. I'm alive, that's all that matters. And I have other things to worry about. Namely, rallying these survivors.
The zombies come in pure numbers, but they don't have our intelligence nor our firepower. We can do this. I'm sure of it.
July 02nd 2008, 12:04
I thought I died.
The last thing I remember was "them" coming in. Not long after that, everything went dark. Cold.
Yet, now I'm awake. I don't think I'm dead, or at least, I feel like I'm not. I'm still breathing, and walking. But I can still think. That means I'm definitely not a zombie.
This place... looks familiar. I've been here before. But it's definitely nowhere near Central. I look outside, I see zombies as well. Not much, but they're here.
My head's in a mess, I can't think clearly like I used to. But I remember that just an hour ago, I was fleeing from a police station after I barely awoke. Someone took my hand, and we ran together with a few other survivors. I can barely remember how to use a gun, for one. No, what am I using it for again?
I remember now.
I am a police officer. I may be in bad shape, but I'm still a police officer. I looked through the pages of this journal I still have with me. I know I should have died. In fact, I know I did. But somehow or another, here I am still.
Maybe this is another chance to put things right? I don't know. Unless I find out for myself.
But first, I have some duties to fufill. As a police officer.
The station across the street is under attack. There are 23 survivors inside. Behind me, I see 7 other fellow humans. 4 are willing to follow my lead at the moment, the others have their own agenda.
I know I've done this before. So, here we go again.
June 29th 2008, 12:24
It's too late. The zombies have found us. The barricades are coming down and none of us can hold it up. My gun is out of ammunition, and I can't run away.
I've given the orders to other survivors to run and save themselves, for I won't be able to make the trip West on foot in this state. Only three remain with me now. I don't blame the others for wanting to escape. I can't order them to die.
I hear "them" trying to get in now. The steel cabinet I spent an hour to rig up is giving way, I can see them outside from my corner.
There's nothing I can do now. It's all over. For me, at least.
Suzuka, McNeil, Amineh. I'm sorry I couldn't make it in the end. Wait for me.
Godspeed, Monroeville.
June 28th 2008, 11:19 hours
Miracle Mile is falling. I counted a total of thirty-seven zombies within and outside the Mall. All the barricades have been demolished, the North and Eastern corners have been destroyed, and survivors are fair few. Miracle Mile Mall has never been so dark. Aperture Science has evidently went down within the mall. The most me and the still remaining survivors can do is to steal in, avoiding the mobs and make off with ammo. But this isn't a long term solution. Sooner or later they will find us. But before that happens, we've now setup a very strong barricade in a safehouse not far from the Mall. Without power though, it's bad for morale. We don't have a choice.
I've lost one of my followers today as well. She was running around the Southern section, desperately trying to keep survivors alive. Inevitably, when they got overwhelmed she was caught up in the takeover.
How many more people I know do I have to lose?! When will this quarantine end?! Amineh, Suzuka, McNeil, now Anne. When will I be next?
But not yet. Behind me, right behind me, there's still a weary bunch of survivors. There's still us. And none of us are even half as dead as the ones in Miracle Mile.
Not quite yet, I'm afraid.
June 26th 2008, 22:25 hours
My first entry into my journal, and it's one of regret and anger. Today, I lost my most treasured man in my team: Robert Dominic McNeil, of Troubaugh Drive Police Department, Central Monroeville. He was a loyal, hardworking officer, who willingly left the safety of his station to follow me all the way to West Monroeville to assist the survivors. It's been three months since then, and following the return of the undead attacks, McNeil returned with me to Central Monroeville. We took shelter in Miracle Mile Mall, which at the moment is now under moderately heavy zombie attack. Putting priority first, Robert ignored his own personal safety to assist the Mall's defenders in maintaining the barricades. But the undead force was too strong and many. Robert's party was overwhelmed, and he was ultimately killed in the attack.
Once again, I am alone. I've lost Suzuka, and now I've lost the best man in my team. But I won't back down and despair. There's too much at stake. I will continue to stay alive, to serve my duty as Monroeville's finest.
I can hear the southern barricades coming down now. I stare out the window, I see a mob hammering on the gates. They are coming.
Time for me to finish Robert's job. R.I.P, my friend.
