As I continued roaming this desolate city I have ended up with blood on my hands.
I recently fell from a rooftop at a research facility while removing some of the plague that rots the city streets.
In a desperate act of survival I approached a hospital in order to gather supplies; in doing so I stumbled upon some books on pathology which I take with me to further study. Out of this world of death I find this shred of hope, written in torn pieces of paper, encased within a textbook…
I have arrived back at my stronghold only to find it empty once again. This very place used to be housed by my group, as an attempt to stabilize my concerns I went out to find its members. Incidentally I found Erich wounded, hiding in the darkness of a club. My tome provided him with new health techniques that I used for his damage.
Erich told me that he was hiding away from the hordes as they took over our home. Recently they had left; we both headed back in order to secure it and protect it. During our quest we discussed our concerns about Derek as we pondered his existence, was he alive? Or did they get him too?
In the evening a new face came to me without words…
This figure shot me in my body…
I bled so much on the floor while clutching my stomach in order to prevent the contents from slipping out of its cavity.
This figure continued to fire again relentlessly at my dying frame…
I was then dragged into the street against the concrete and left to face my demise...
I felt ill, faint and fatigued from the attack. So sick that my skin made me crawl and I came down with some type of illness…
I noticed that my body was slowing down; ceasing up…
It took only a few minutes.
After, I had fallen into a *deep sleep*, I awoke with a strange hunger.
There was a twisting of my stomach contents and thirst.
I looked down at my body in utter shock as I could see my once pink skin turned a colour of ashen. I could see down at my wound which miraculously had healed.
I couldn`t enter the church after dragging my body upright and fighting against the barricades keeping me out. It`s as if I couldn’t cognitively function…almost Neanderthal.
I could hear groans that seemed so close to me and when I turned to look there wasn`t anyone there.
A sharp stab to my side occurred as I gazed to my right side. A man was there holding a syringe with this maleficence gaze. Being unable to communicate my thoughts to words, I proceeded to collapse once again on the sidewalk from where I came. Only to awaken as if this all was a dream.
First Aid (Player is able to heal an extra 5HP when using a first-aid kit.)
Diagnosis (The HP values of nearby survivors are displayed next to their name.)
--Nursefighteradam 23:23, 11 February 2014 (UTC)
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