Journal:chaosvolt/August 2007

August 2007

Prologue(early 2007-almost august)(added to explain character origin):

I graduated high school, and out of boredom and lack of cash, joined the army. I trained as a recon unit, thinking it'd be safer. I also had okay skills with a gun. One day, a general came by to see how good we were. We did alright, and me and a few others were picked for some mission. The breifing was where things got weird.

On the way to Malton(August 1-9 2007)(more origin explaining):

We learned we and a few others from around the nation were headed to town called Malton, in the middle of nowhere. They said that two years ago, a science experiment gone wrong made zombies roam wild. The people there often formed groups for survival, even the zombies...it seems the zombies(zeds as some called them) were still much the same person they were, only slow, forgetful, and hungry. We were parchuted into the area, but heavy winds blew me WAY off course. About 20 feet before the ground, I got flipped upside-down, losing many things in my backpack, and throwing me to the ground. I hate gravity. I checked my pack, and found only 1 flare and a set of binoculars. Just freaking great.

It begins(About august 10th, 2007):

I roamed the area, horrible groans all around me. I saw a police department, but it was well-barricaded. I found a nearby warehouse to enter. I leaped from roof to roof, and crashed through the window of a hospital, staring down the barrels of 15 guns. Their leader said, "Stand down, he's human." I stood up, and soon learned more about Malton...

The early days(Mid-august 2007):

I found out I was in the suburb of Nixbank. Odd name. I got a map of the area, learned about many groups, and heard about "revival". Interesting. I became an unofficial member of the "Deakin Alley Gang". I searched the police dept and nearby hospital, finding a radio, a shotgun, some shells, and other items. Realizing my combat ability sucked, I headed to a library to the north, hoping to find some books that would help my skills. I camped out in a nearby warehouse.

The Extinction attacks!(Late august 2007):

I had heard that a huge horde of zombies were heading this way, some massive group dedicated to dominating Malton. It seemed crazy, but I slept lightly. Good thing I did. Zeds broke in the building, and a heated battle raged. When I woke up, I had to push a zombie off of me. God, that thing's claws hurt! A surviver yelled to me, "Go! Warn the others!". I replied, "I can't just leave you guys to die!" I checked my shotgun. Damn, I should've loaded it beforehand! I shoved a shell in and fired at the nearest zed. But the bastard knocked my shotgun out of the way, making my blast miss by a mile. I turn and ran out the window. Soon I reached a Necrotech building, and blurted out the news before passing out. A few hours later, I woke up to ANOTHER losing battle. A scientist screamed at me to run, and promptly died by a crushing bite. I had learned my lesson earlier, and jumped out the window, aiming for a nearby building. But I slipped in the rubble of my target building, sending me to the street. OW. I got up and ran into a warehouse, where a few other survivers hid from the zeds. I sat down and waited for death. Soon it came, but not in the form expected. Two escaped crimanals came in and killed us all. I woke up just as they stabbed me. I felt blurry, and noticed I wasn't dead. I stood up, and in anger, attacked the duo. I killed one, and the other ran. Killing him made me feel guilty, but I ignored the feeling and went outside, ready to cope with life(or unlife) as a zombie.

The aftermath(the last days of august 2007):

I roamed the streets. There were no living humans anywhere. All I saw was the undead. I went from block to block, mualing my adopted brothers, hoping none were old friends. Soon, I remembered the word, "revival". Soon I wandered to the north-east, my map saying the suburb of Reganbank was always quiet. I hoped I could be human again.