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Post by Captain Galaxy on Oct 12, 2005 4:35:29 GMT -8
Everyone post journals here. I think it would be interesting.
Jimmy Dyer, Private First Class
Day 1
I woke up in the suburb of Spicer Hills. Apparently it was supposed to be Crooketown, but I guess the drop went wrong. I have lost the rest of my platoon. I can't remember what happened after I landed, the hit must've strangled my memory. The town is strangely desolate, so much for an operation concerning riot control. What the heck is going on? Was I forgotten? Was I left here? Alone?
This part of Malton seems very strange to me, even the air smells and feels differented, as if it had rotten since last I breathed it. I don't know why, but I felt that being out on the streets wasn't a good idea. I felt like something was hunting me, so I decided to search the surrounding buildings for food and supplies. The Auto Repair building was barricaded, for what reason I don't know. Upon coming into a house I found two dead bodies, and immediately left it, disgusted. I am now taking refuge in a building they call the Piggott, I wonder if cops lived here. But there is someone else here. I have tried speaking to him, or her, but I get no answer. I will now try to get some sleep if I can, but something inside tells me I shouldn't, nonetheless I am off. A shroud of death seems to have fallen upon the city, who knows what I'll find out in the morning.
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 12, 2005 8:47:59 GMT -8
October 12,
What...the Hell...is going on?
I sit here today, in the Clement Library. It's a relatively new library that was made in the Crooketon block. Two men are also in this building. I don't know much about them, but one of them seems to be apart of the military.
I can't remember anything that has happened since July. This was the first time in 3 months since I was able to find anything to write with. I have lost contact with most of the outside world, I haven't heard from my family and friends in 3 months...
All I have are the confort of these books. I read them to pass the time and await for the inevitable...
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...the inevitable takes too long. The library seems to quiet. These books do little to take my mind off the events of 3 months ago. They do nothing my memories of the past, the morbidness of the present, and my anxiety of the future. Too little activity can be heard within the library. Those other two have hardly spoken a word, let alone made a movement. Have they joined the dead as well? I think it's best not to stay around any longer. I think I hear something outside...
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It's horrible...
The beloved street that I once knew is no longer mine. It now belongs to the dogs and the dead. The hospitals are under seige now. Zombies seem to be drawn to places that may have great numbers. Hence, the reason why I approached the Dewberry Building. Who would ever think about going there in the midst of this chaos? To my suprise, I did find someone there...
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Post by Inaaca on Oct 12, 2005 9:36:50 GMT -8
Oct. 9 - Day 1
I knew it... I just knew it.. They kept waiting and waiting to evacuate this city and now it's too damn late. The quarantine action has turned us into rats in a maze.. Whatever, it doesn't matter now, I need to get off the streets.. the night sounds are grating at my nerves.
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I wandered the area a bit, and for the most part the streets are well-deserted. My cell phone doesn't work.. I've tried it several times now and it won't pick up a signal...damnit. I stopped in at a barricaded night club where several people were hiding. I found a bottle of wine and a pistol with 4 shots behind the counter. Who knows, I might need it..
Instead of staying there I decided to backtrack to a large, well-barricaded bank I had spotted a while back. On the way I had a close run-in with a walking piece of rotting flesh I can refer to as nothing else but the walking dead... a zombie.. The stories must be true.. we're really going to die here. It was slow moving at least.. I was able to outrun it to the bank without enduring any harm. There's a small group of armed people here, gathered inside the bank. Hopefully, I can be safe among this crowd.. I'll stay here for the night.. It's better than the street.
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Post by Inaaca on Oct 12, 2005 9:52:00 GMT -8
Oct. 10 - Day 2
One of the people in the bank and I exchanged brief introductions today. It seems that these people are part of a group of international soldiers! If I can stay by them, I should be able to stay safe and maybe find a way out of this hellhole. They're talking about moving back to their safehouse in Chudleyton soon. I don't know where that is.. I'm only really familiar with the Galbraith Hills area.. Oh well.. I'm sure things will work out.
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One of the soldiers bolted back into the building with an alarmed voice. Apparantly he pissed off a group of zombies nearby to the east and they're headed this way. His suggestion to defend this safehouse was replaced by an order from their leader to head back to Chudleyton as quickly as possible instead. They take very little notice of me anymore.. and I no longer feel safe with them. I don't doubt that they would easily leave me to die to a horde of zombies without a second's thought. In a moment I'll make a quick word and depart quickly in some direction, away from here. I will not be the victim of someone else's blunder.
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I quickly moved through the city on my wits end. I saw zombies left and right as I passed by, forcing me to run much of the time. I was beginning to tire as I passed a sign reading "Welcome to Havercroft." Well, at least I wasn't going in circles.
I stumbled into a well-barricaded hospital, and quickly found it filled with people, some seeking aid, others offering their services. I make a quick introduction of myself as I arrive, but everyone else seems to have better things to do than converse with me. It seems safe here, this is where I will spend my second night. As I sit down I notice a crude spraypainted message on the hospital wall. "Fear the Reaper!" How appropriate.. though I'm sure it doesn't help morale.. particularly in a hospital...
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Post by Inaaca on Oct 12, 2005 9:58:51 GMT -8
Oct. 11 - Day 3
The hospital never sleeps it seems.. I suppose in times like these a place like this is at it's busiest. I explored the area, and there are several police and fire stations nearby, as well as a large shopping mall. I wanted to investigate into the mall, but whoever is in there has the place so barricaded that I can't find a way in at all. I would have spent longer trying gain entry, but the piles of dead bodies outside were making me sick to my stomach..
I decided to return to the hospital instead, which I learned went by the name of Maria General Hospital. Exploring the back rooms of the building I came across a medical kit. Maybe.. I could help these people who have been injured as well.. Give my own services to this city, down on it's luck. I immediately began looking for more of these kits. Hey, the more the better, right? I think I'll stay here for a while, it seems safe enough, and I think I can help.
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Post by Kuat on Oct 12, 2005 10:26:52 GMT -8
Oct 12 - Day 1
Good lord I think I'm in a necropolis. The place is swarming with the undead, and bodies pile high. The corpses are still warm in some cases... what used to be a safe haven is now a slaughterhouse. Williamsville I had heard was quite a nice area, barricades and all. But when I got there, all the doors were flung open. Ugh, I got myself two medpacks and a bat, and found a lighlty barracaded hotel to stay the night in. At least this one didn't have a pile of corpses in the front... just maybe three or so half chewed torsos...
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Oct 12, 2005 10:42:16 GMT -8
Private First Class Randy Rhodes
October 11, Day 1
This is private first class Randy Rhodes. I have lost my platoon. My good friend Jimmy Dyer, what has become of him? I lost my rifle, but at least I still have my trusty pistol. I found this tape recorder among the rubble, If I don't get found alive, at least I can leave an account of my stay here, in this Wonderful city--
*moan*
Crap it's one of those things.
*gunshots*
Crap, crap, crap!
*very long silence*
That was one hell of an adventure, freaking things. Took a bite of my arm. I guess Kelher park wasn't the best place to camp out last night. I'm feeling really dizzy...gosh I'm so tired. I'm so...
*Silence*
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Oct 12, 2005 10:54:58 GMT -8
Oct 11 - Day 1
I always figured that we were all going to go to hell in a handbasket. I never consider hell coming to us. When I arrived at work today, all my fellow firefighters were dead. Some got up to greet me so I made me exit (while screaming my head off, of course). I guess I can't make fun of Charlie's lazy eye anymore....
Got home and the place was a reck. Damn looters are always ahead of the game. Well, sentiments aside, I need to get out of this zombie infested town before I start to dance the undead shuffle myself. I figure if I head out south now, I can make it to Molebank before night fall. Maybe I can get in contact with my friends in Crooketon and Havercroft.
Oct 12 - Day 2
Well, I finally made it to Havercroft and hooked up with Daytime Lantern (weird name but he had hippie parents... yeah can't blame him). Probably just going to stick around and scavenge until we figure our next course of action.
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Oct 12, 2005 10:55:17 GMT -8
Private First Class Randy Rhodes
Date Unknown
AUUGHHHHG!!!!
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Post by Dex on Oct 12, 2005 12:51:50 GMT -8
Private Musouka, 82 Airborne
Initial report on Combat Search and Rescue:
When my platoon was airlifted and dropped into the city, our primary landing zone was teeming with those undead bastards. Those scouts who already landed were killed in action. I, along with the remainder of the platoon, touched down in our secondary LZ, SouthWest Judgewood. Unfortunately, there were Z's waiting there too. The platoon split up before we could really plan a course of action, so I tried to follow the medic. He managed to get bit by one of the damn things, so I put a bullet in him and 5 into the Z. The medic stayed down, but I barely scratched the Z. So with a horde of zombies in pursuit, I set out in search of a safehouse.
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Day 2 CSAR
I found my haven at the Brentnall Grove Police Department. There, I resupplied my ammo, found a nifty flak jacket, and managed to steal a flaregun in case of an emergency. I noticed a large map on the wall of the captains office, so I spent most of the day copying it down for future reference. Some noted points of interest for me are the Armoury enclosed by a fort and the power station not so far from it. These places warrant further investigation, so I'll head towards them tomorrow.
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Day 3
I feel that the mission has been changed from Search and Rescue to something more close to survival on my part, so I'll refrain from using that mission objective until it becomes a more feasible future. At any rate, I have just travelled SouthEast to Havercroft, I'm holed up in the Moseley Plaza Police Dept. (These places seem to have a safe reputation). It was a tiring run, since most of the time was spent avoiding the Z's rather than taking them on. Perhaps it would be a good idea to group up with some others before heading out again. Especially since I have no recon in the East area of Malton. I've collected three of the Civi Mobile Phones and all are out of service. I think this is due to the power station being out of commission. Hopefully I can rectify that but, for now, rest is important.
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Post by The Dankness on Oct 12, 2005 15:42:55 GMT -8
Oct. 12
The end is very f*cking nigh.
My name is Victor Krueger, and I used to be a fireman. Now I kill re-animated dead bodies with an Axe. That change happened in about three days. From firefighter to axe-wielding zombie-murderer in three days. It's a wonderful world.
It's been three days since the world turned to crap, and so far, it's not looking any better. I've made my way to the far frindge of Dentonside, hacking up a few of those walking stiffs on the way, and now I'm holed-up in this "Dewberry Building", which is where I've been hiding for the past two days.
The Dewberry building is a pleasent place on the west side of town with the big pleasant words Welcome to Hell spraypainted on the walls inside. Ironically enough, this "Hell" I've found is alot more comforting than what is outside.
Someone joined me here in the Dewberry building earlier today. Walked in without saying a word. Just walked in slowly like one of those stiffs and plopped down in a corner. I haven't bothered trying to talk to him.
I found a book of poetry while exploring a nearby school. Doesn't do me much friggin good considering the situation I'm in, but hey, when you're locked up in Hell, hiding from an even worse Hell outside, you tend to get a little bored.
Tiger tiger, burning bright
In the silence of the night...
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Post by Kuat on Oct 12, 2005 20:54:09 GMT -8
Day... I don't know... god my head...
God dammit, I'm a stranded doc in a city full of wine and zombies. I can keep myself alive, yeah, but this morning I found myself riddled with teeth marks and an infection nastier than what a cheap hooker would give. Lord, it stings. Luckly my first aid kit took care of that, but I only have one more to spare. I don't know if I can survive another night...
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Oct 12, 2005 21:47:35 GMT -8
Private First Class Randy Rhodes
Date Unknown.
AUUGGHHHHH.
AUUUUGGHHHHH.
*wood breaks*
*deep moaning is heard over the sound of creaking wood*
*wood creaks*
AUGHH! HGGGGHH.
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Post by Inaaca on Oct 12, 2005 22:34:59 GMT -8
Oct. 12 - Day 4
I awoke to the sound of a signal flare being fired not more than a block away. I rushed to a window, momentarily forgetting the barricades blocking any view of the outside. The flares are closer and more frequent now, and I can't help but think that the dead outside are coming to get me.. closing in on this very hospital. It's so quiet inside this building now.. nothing but the slow, steady breathing of the other survivors and a flare every few hours or so.
I was nearing my wit's end when I heard the front doors open and shut, a tired fireman walked in, but unlike anyone else I had seen since this began I knew his face. George Matheson, a friend of mine. We went way back until he decided to move away to Chudleyton for business reasons. Upon catching sight of each other we huddled into an empty corner of the hospital, talking of the things we had been going through, struggling to fit new puzzle pieces into a bigger picture. In the end we learned nothing extraordinarily new.. but now I had a friend. My mind is calmer now that it has someone to talk to.
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Time continued to pass. George was tired from his journey.. he had gone a long way on foot, so he went to nap on a cot. I continued my exploration of the hospital facilities for medical kits, there were many untouched cupboards that I found more in. At one point in my search, zombies were outside the doors of this very building.. I heard them, at least two, clawing away at the barricades. One of our stronger survivors finally went outside and took care of the threat, hacking them to pieces with the help of a newcomer that was passing through. After the scuffle he, too decided to take refuge here. He seems to be a military scout.. I haven't had the chance to meet him yet.
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I have gathered a fairly large quantity of medical kids so far, but I am growing tired of the search. I made a quick count.. 13 packs. I wouldn't need more than that... would I..? I can't be sure of anything right now... Newspapers are also strewn across the hospital, but it all seems to be the same copy from more than a week ago. Some interview with a Necrotech employee is on the cover. I skimmed the article but didn't find much that interested me. In any case, I need to rest. I found a spare cot near George that I can use. Good night, I only hope this place is still safe in the morning..
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Post by Kuat on Oct 13, 2005 4:22:41 GMT -8
Oct 13 - Day 3
I found a small group of badly wounded survivors in a bank... I was able to patch some of them up, but we won't be able to take the small horde of zombies that have piled up at the door. I sprinted to the nearest hospital through throngs of zombies only to find the place was dry as far as supplies were concerned... I used up most of my energy to do that small task; I'm gonna take a nap in one of the larger safe deposit boxes. Hopefully I don't wake up with any suprises...
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Oct 13, 2005 10:28:54 GMT -8
Oct. 13 - Day 3
Went out to find supplies today. Didn't find one damn thing. I also haven't seen a zombie in a long time... just dead bodies everywhere I go. This makes me suspicious.
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After a nap from this morning's activities, I decided to head east to find out if all this buzz about zombies I've been hearing is true. Curiosity scared the living crap out of this cat. It only took five blocks until I met up with about fifteen zombies. I fought one until until I needed to get back to the Hospital. I didn't kill... or re-kill... the thing but I certainly gave it something to think about.
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Post by The Dankness on Oct 13, 2005 14:51:49 GMT -8
October 13- Day 4
3:39 pm
Hell doesn't seem so bad when you've got company. An old friend of mine, Sigmund Storne, showed up at the Dewberry building late last night. It was quite a relief, considering the most conversation I had gotten in the past couple of days was reading poems to my friggin fire axe.
A very suspicious stranger showed up not long ago. Came and left. Never spoke a word to me or Sigmund. I'm pretty sure he knew the other guys who was here before, because they left together. This has made Sigmund and I very uneasy. There was something about that stranger that just didn't seem right, but we couldn't quite put our fingers on it...
Either way, we are still here in the Dewberry building, just trying to regain our bearings and get our heads together a bit. We're planning on leaving this place soon, because we're not real sure how safe it will be around here in the coming days. Lots of flares have been going off nearby, and flares attract stiffs... And the appearence of that stranger didn't bode well either...
We'll depart when the time is right.
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Post by SneakyPete on Oct 13, 2005 16:56:43 GMT -8
Day 1
Oh the joys of being a scout. First I get air droped into this hell hole of a city, alone at that, and then next thing I know I'm being chased by what I can only guess are the undead and have to fight for my life. Now I'm holden up in an abandoned night club with two scared civis. What a great day...
Day 2
Why am I here? To scope out the situation before the rest of the army moves in. Ha the army, lotta good there doin. Only like 5 minutes ago I saw 1 army private running for his life. I feel so much better knowin there here helping out here. But on the up side I found a fire ax. I feel a little more secure now that I have somthin to fight back with, when I got here all I had was a flare gun. If I get out of this I'm gunna kidney punch who ever it was that decided to drop me here.
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Oct 13, 2005 18:18:51 GMT -8
Private First Class Hector Castle
Day 1 October 12, 2005
I was dropped in with the first wave. ONE HELL OF A MESS. Landed right in the middle of a mob of those DAMNED things! Page and Carter were pulled to shreds, practically landed right in their foul mouths. Upon seeing this from above I decided to steer clear of it, and landed but only a few feet away. Instantly they went for me, I could hear the last screams of Page and Carter as their entrails were cast into the air above the horde. I ran to the nearest building, with nothing but a damn pistol on me and two clips, which do nothing to stop those damn things. I found this out after putting two whole clips into one. Didn't even slow down, damn bastards can't die. But I know there's a way to kill em. There's got to be away. Dusk has come, I see the twilight, hopefully things will shine brighter in the morning.
Day 2 October 13, 2005
When I awoke in the morning, I heard a strange moaning outside the windows. It was quite sad in fact, it seemed to come from something or someone that was quite tired. Mourning even. I shook it off and searched the building. From what I gather I landed in the Suburb of Gatcombeton. It was supposed to be Crooketon. Stupid airplane pilot. It's always the 101st airborne that's got to bite the dirt when ever they make a mistake. It's so bad the farm is practically given free nowadays. I wonder what has become of my pals, Jimmy Dyer and Randy Rhodes. Volunteered to go in first. Brave bastards. I hope they're alright. Hope they made it down safely. If I come across them, I know I'll be in good hands. Got to head out now. See what I can do to help sort out this mess. I'm venturing out into the open now, this might be the last time I write.
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Post by Inaaca on Oct 13, 2005 21:55:39 GMT -8
Oct. 13 - Day 5
I was fortunate enough to meet two others today, "Sneaky" Pete, who just so happens to be the scout I mentioned in my last entry, and another military personnel, a private by the name of Hector Castle. George and I had a pleasant time conversing with them despite the dire scenario we've all been shoved into. It seems that both of these soldiers had been airlifted here straight into zombie hordes, and thus lost all or most of their squad off the bat. This really is a terrible place..
Pete decided to investigate the mall I tried to get into earlier, he said that he would check it out for me. George wanted to explore the surrounding buildings and get a better picture of where we were and what we had access to. Hector decided to stay here and get some sleep, he was well worn from his journey here. I sit here in a quiet corner writing this entry, hoping for their safe return.
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Pete returned rather speedily. He had apparantly not only gone into the mall, but brought back several goods with him. I was surprised that he was able to get in, and said so. He just laughed, saying he was the best around at getting into the tightest of places. I've quickly warmed up to Pete, he has an energetic attitude about him that just seems to make the dreary atmosphere go away.
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Oh no... George came back in a huff. He found a great swarm of zombies not five blocks East of here, and there's no mistake that they're headed in this direction. I can't believe it... they're finally coming for us..
Those healthy and able in the hospital are up in arms, lying in wait for the moment they may have to defend the building. Everyone is tense.. no one is saying a word anymore.. I can't bear it.. I feel so helpless sitting here like this...
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