Journal:Leo417
Leo's Journal
The following are entries made into notebooks, and later, scrap paper found by L.C. Leo, during his times in Malton.
September
20060904 - I found a few empty notebooks in a school today, so I guess I'll start keeping a journal. Well, there wasn't much going on today, just routine healing of other survivors in a hospital. The Corporation is holed up in a hotel just North of my position, but I have permission to be here and collect supplies and heal others. I can't find ammo for shit, but it doesn't matter anyway, I can't really shoot to save my life when I'm under pressure. I hate it when all these other people keep coming up to me and talking to me. I mean, honestly, I don't know them and they don't know me, so what compels them to come up to me and strike up a conversation? I'm glad I found that Crucifix and that poetry book awhile ago. They're just taking up space in my bag, but they still make me feel better...I still wish I had gotten that book published before I was sent here. Guess it'll never happen now. The Crucifix kind of gives me a warm feeling inside. I mean, despite all this bullshit going on, atleast there's something to look forward to. Maybe I'll see my wife and kids when I get there, you know? And they'll still all be as beautiful as ever. I miss them so much...if I just would've changed the damn smoke detector batteries like she told me to! I can't dwell on it anymore. What's done is done, and it's all a part of God's plan. I have to try and stay alive now, that's my sole duty: ensuring survival, of both myself and of others. I'm so damn tired...time to sleep, I suppose..almost forgot to pray tonight...
-20060905 - I scrounged around this hospital practically all day and didn't find many more supplies...the book I found the other day is really good though. The writer reminds alot of myself. There's other military personel here, but no familiar faces...I can tell they're American, but their service branches, names, ranks, and all identifying markings are either removed or unrecognizeable. Even if someone did have something I could identify with, they probably found it somewhere else, otherwise I'd be able to identify them. I want to go home, away from the stench of rotting flesh. I want to see the shores of Okinawa once more before I die, or feel the cool breeze on the moutains of Maui...life can be cruel, but I guess it could be worse: I could be one of those soul-less things out there...why do I get so tired? I mean, people get tired, but I've never had it this bad! It's like I can't even move and I have to lay down before I collapse where I stand. Oh well, I guess I better go lay down before I do collapse!..better pray before I forget...
-20060906 - I decided to leave the hospital, and find a PD. There was one nearby to the hotel, so I'm going to find some ammo, and if possible some extra guns. I may not be able to use them well, but better to have them and not need them, then to need them and not have them. I dropped into the hotel before I went to the PD, everyone seems find, so I guess it's okay to hole up in the PD for supplies. I thought I was going to get away from all the damn people by moving, but there where even more people at the PD! I mean seriously, spread yourselves out a bit! If even one, just one, zombie broke in, it would have a field day in there! There'd be infections all over the place, as well as wounds beyond imagine! I better hit the hay, I'm kinda sleepy...time to pray...
-20060907 - Just got word to head up North to some movie theatre. I think we're going to try and take the hospital since it's the only one in the 'burb, so it must be high profile for zombies in the area. I checked out a local PD when I got there, and I found a gun, but there was only one round left in it...must've belonged to someone ready to use it in case they were about to die...The trip was pretty easy, nothing particularly new or interesting. It's all the same shit everywhere in this town. I did heal up some people in that PD, though, hopefully it sparks up some recruitment. Sevy is still on leave, I wonder where she went? I'm sure she has good reason to be gone, but she is one of our best troops, so if we got attacked while she was gone, who knows? She's looks really good; the self-labeled "cutest zombie stomper" and for good reason, too...I need to stop thinking like that, she's one of my CO's. Well, I should get some of the seats in one of the theatres ready, time to catch some Z's. Already took a leak, brushed my teeth, cleaned out my guns, and manifested my supplies. What's left? Oh yeah, pray.
-20060908 - I headed a little South of the theatre, and found a hospital. There's alot of people in there! I searched for some supplies, and found some more first-aid supplies, but nothing much else. My bag is almost full, so I'll probably have to dump that flare gun I found yesterday. Maybe I'll shoot it at someone! Hahaha, I'll probably miss anyway, so it's all good. I'll shoot at a zombie, so in case I don't miss...don't want to get in any trouble with anyone or my CO's. I wonder how this would all be happening if I wasn't a Marine? What if I had decided to be a firefighter, or a cop, or a scientist or something? I wonder if I'd be with the MDC, or if I would've ever heard of this whole incident. Man, if I get outta here, I'll make so much money off of these journals...unless someone beats me to it. Time to call it a night, I'm still in the hospital without authorization, so I'll have to get back to the Cinema before Masterguns notices I'm gone...pray time...
-20060909 - Just got word of our mission. We strike tomorrow night...I have to admit I'm kind of nervous, but I'll get over it. I'm not tired tonight, I did a little bit of scrounging in the Hospital, and I found more supplies than I usually find when I spend all day looking. I only have space for a few more boxes of supplies. Better say a prayer for me and the whole MDC.
-20060912 - It's been a few days, but then again, there isn't much to talk about. Just the same old bullshit, scrounging for supplies, looking for injured people. Nothing changes. Cin did go on a raid today, he came back pretty beat up, luckily I was awake to heal him up, who knows how long that infection would've been there. I did go on a healing run today, though. It was pretty productive (about 8 people), and it could lead to some recruiting. Hopefully there's a recruiting bonus...ha! Probably not, I mean, what could they possibly give me (besides a one-way ticket out of here) that I could possibly want? Money doesn't mean shit here, neither does practically anything else. Oh well, it's been a long ass day...I gotta sleep. I should pray for those who I wasn't able to find today, perhaps I can tend their wounds tomorrow, before any zombies smell the blood...
October
-20061025 - It's been over a month since I've had any paper. Luckily, the Auto Repair Shop we're in had a few blanks pages laying around, and they're not going to need them. Nothing new, same old bullshit day in and day out. I found a DNA Extractor in one of the buildings we're trying to control (it's constantly getting broken into, I don't even see why we're still defending it). It's pretty cool, I can see the name of the person before they died. I guess that NecroTech has the scoop on everyone living here, even people that came in to visit. Names, ages, addresses, blood types, employment status/history, practically anything you can think. I found a computer that someone left logged in and created an account on the NecroNet (whatever the hell that is), so now I can make the syringes that revive the zombies. Huh, I guess I do have some new things to talk about, huh? Oh man, I just remembered...I keep having the weird nightmares that I'm a zombie walking around, looking for someone to eat. The urges are so strong, they seem so real, it's scary. The thing is though that my vision is kind of obstructed, like I have something in the way of my eyes. There are eye holes, but they're not too big. I also dream that I'm a murderer, and I figure that the murderer I am in my dreams is connected to the zombie, because the murderer's vision is obstructed just the same as the zombie's. I don't use guns (although I have them), I just carry around some text books, a poetry book, and an axe. It's weird because the axe isn't the same type of axe that everyone has (the kind found in the fire stations), but it has a black hilt, and a chrome head, and I always tell them why I kill them, and wipe the end clean, and I don't feel any remorse for the people I've killed. I've had this dream almost two dozen times, but it's different everytime. It's never the same person I kill, or even in the same place, like I'm some sort of traveling killer. I'll figure what this all means, but I'm super sleepy right now, and I'm going to have a buttload of work to do tomorrow. That damn building is going to get broken into again, and I'll probably have to help out the people inside...better pray that the people inside that building are safe...
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