Journal:Cpl. Adrian Shephard
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| Hello. This journal is the property of Adrian Shephard, former corperal in the Military Quarantine enforcers, later soldier in the rag-tag unoffical Army Control Corps, and later the co-founder of The Shadowfall Organization. As of my writing this, I am just another survivor. But I'm taking the time to explain whats happening around me. I'll do my best to write in this every day, though I make no promises should I die.
Though, since you are reading this, I'm either with you now and you can ask me as much as you like, or I'm dead and either you've pillaged this off of my corpse or found it somewhere. In any case, I hope this enlightens you. |
2008
Thursday, December 11th (Level 24)
Dear lord.
Been... ugh. I have no idea how long it's been. Last time this happened was... a year ago? I got into a fight, damn zacks nearly overran the damn place and I got hit on the head pretty damn hard. Woke up about a month later, inside the attic. Some damn SOB had kept me alive, then taken off at some point. Small mercies. The whole suburb was nearly empty...
Anyways.
Roughly the same thing happened. I was in... where was it, a mall? Can't remember which. Well, someone had made up some sort of saferoom down in the basement, and I got locked in there for a while looking for a file. Took me until now to get the damn thing unlocked. Turns out Malton's in the middle of a Zed population spurt, and everything in the nearest suburbs was smashed to all hell.
I managed to get okay, and I'm holed up in a junkyard in Roachtown after running 'till my lungs hurt. Near as I can figure now that my damn GPS broke down, it's at coordinates 51 and 34.
Friday, December 12th
Well, Roachtown seemed safe, but I had to keep moving. I've been listening to the External Military Reports, used the Necronet access feed my DNA scanner has, and apparently the place was declared a red zone today. I packed up my stuff, headed south. Stopped by Floyde Stadium and tagged the place, and then I stopped in a Factory at 45,52.
Rested up there for the day, then set out. I'm in what the Survivor's Guide to Malton (I always wonder who wrote this thing...) calls Mocker territory, holed up in the The Harrold Museum. Near enough to what Necronet is calling a safe-ish area. I'll continue later.
Some dude was in here too, not too talkative. Looked pretty damn green, but he had a nasty looking axe, so I figure he's doing okay. I asked him for a smoke before he left, but he said he had been trying to quit. Now some other dude named Tai Tao Ren who claims to be the former curator of the museum is here.
Saturday, December 13th
Packed up again last night, said goodbye to Tai Tao Ren after discussing a few things with him, then headed south again. I made my way to West Grayside eventually, headed over to Pole Mall and Clapton Stadium to restock after a brief time in a NecroTech building to grab another syringe. Then some ass went and blew the generator. Should have tracked that guy down and given him a nice hole between the eyes.
Anyways, I made contact with someone. He's in Dartside, two suburbs away. Some NecroTech goon who finally got his shit togethor, I guess. Didn't sound to confident, so I'm guessing he's new to the whole "actually be a use and not just a drain on resources" thing. I figure he might be able to help me track down Wesley, so I'm going to rest up and hike to wherever the hell he is, The Bagnall Building.
Scrounged around the mall's Tech department until I found a GPS that worked, so I'm good to go tomorrow. Sleeping 'till then.
Monday, December 15th
Well, the mall had a breakin, I guess. Zombies dragged me out into the street or something. I woke up on the sidewalk outside a NecroTech building, I think it was The Bagnall Building. Anyways, high-tailed it to where Geddy had said he was heading on the Radio. I'm here now, with him and another dude, Dean Reese. Looks like some Cop. Whatever.
