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Post by Muramasa on Oct 13, 2005 22:51:11 GMT -8
October 13
The person that I briefly discussed in my prior entry turned out to be one of the friends that I thought had perished in the mess. I knew him for quite a bit of time. He works in the with the Fire Department, should I say, worked for the fire department. Needless to say, we did exchange a few words when we meet. It's hard to talk about things in this kind of situation. What is there to talk about? It's hard to bring back the past in times like these.
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There was this rather seedy fellow who just disappeared. Don't know where he came from, he didn't talk much. I guess he sorta felt the same way we did. Still, something wasn't quite right. Silence is a given. It's his eyes. Those sort of...cloudy eyes. Can't really describe it better than that. Could he have been...Nah, that's just stupid. What am I thinking?
We've been getting a lot of flares near us too. Damn fools, that just brings about more zombies. I hope they don't lead any to us...
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The situation seems rather suspicious. Victor took a quick glance outside to see some stiffss gathering in the next street over. This worried both of us, so we made some plans to find a new hiding spot. Supposedly, Victor knows of a place where the rest of our friends our. I'm a bit skeptical. What are the chances of all of us being alive? Surely that can't imply that I'd get that 300 dollars Randy owes me. In any case, I took the time to take a quick look outside. I can see those stiffs from a distance, and more seem to be gathering. Damn flares. In my haste, I managed to find a decent spot in an old auto garage north east of us. Can't remember the name, we'll try to find it again later. I also raided the hospital for supplies to. Managed to find a first aid kit, I think my luck is starting to change...
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We move at day break...God speed...
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Oct 14, 2005 9:08:40 GMT -8
Private First Class Hector Castle
October 14, Day 3
I made it the town of Havercroft, and entered a hospital by the name of Maria Hospital. Or some crap like that. I figured this was the best place I could offer my services in, though I passed many other hospitals on the way here. I guess I just ended up here because I was simply exhausted. Anyway, I was surprised to find not one but three old friends here. Thank god, for keeping an eye out for me. The three of them are George, Kei, and Pete. They look just as messed up as I do, except they seem to have a better grip on things. There are lots of people here. There is a threat of a large group of those things coming here. I will search for supplies and see what our next move will be. All I want to do is get some sleep, but these things seem to have no need to rest. They keep pushing us, I hope we can find some way to win back this city. That is, if this city's the only place this kind of stupid crap is happening. That'd be the day.
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Post by The Dankness on Oct 14, 2005 10:37:20 GMT -8
Oct 14- Day 5
11:34 am
We left the Dewberry Building early this morning, and right on time.
As we stepped outside, we realized that the whole area was becoming infested with stiffs! We made it to the auto shop safely, and the area around here is alot safer than it was around the Dewberry building.
We've recieved word that some friends of ours have gotten together in a group over in the east somewhere, Havercroft I think. It's good to know that some more people are actually alive still.
We plan to move east soon, but I have to ask myself, will travelling further into the city bring salvation? Or are we just moving into a deeper circle of Hell, slowly closer to the terror of Lucifer himself...?
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Post by Kuat on Oct 14, 2005 11:41:08 GMT -8
Oct 14 - Day 4
I've been able to trek all the way to Galbraith Hills. Through some well deserved rest and meditation I have begun to recapture my bearings. As a physician, it is my duty to help the community at large, not scream like a little ninny and cuss at any small inconvenience, like getting my left arm gnawed off. During this time I have been able to study our former friends and family who are now after our brains (and to a lesser extent, our livers).
I must say this illness, if it is indeed an infection of some sort, is quite bizarre. After I extracted a bit of zombie flesh from a... uh... subject, I can say with some certainty that whatever they are, they certainly aren't dead. The flesh seems to be rotting; however in all actuality is just sliding off. It is as if some structural protein has been disreuglated, most likely collagen type 17, but that is about it (as far as their appearance is concerned). On still "attached" skin, there is no sign of necrosis. Their outer covering makes them seem that they are rotting away, and this rot is only a side effect of the illness. In other words, undead is a misnomer.
Apart from that, it is obvious neurological function has been impaired... although, to our chagrin, not completely disabled. Some seem to have the "memories of life". In a nutshell, they can open doors, interpret the meaning that flares = food, and understand speech. This creates a serious problem; how impaired can someone be if they can understand cries of mercy? A preliminary theory I have is that they still maintain who they are, but the "hunger" induces madness in them. Again, this is all just theory. I was able to obtain a microscope at a local hospital in hopes of studying a brain slice, but soon afterwards I heard the song "dueling banjos" echoing from the opposite side of the building, and quickly fled.
As I sit here what was once the Hollester Boulevard Fire Station, I have many questions, but few answers. I guess it's time to head off to...
Hey, what was that noise? I'll finish writing after I report on what is going on near the garage...
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 14, 2005 19:24:20 GMT -8
October 14
Deciding that the Dewberry Building was becoming too unsafe, we decided to head over to another safe spot. I quickly ran back to the area before to see the name of it. It was Hayce's Auto Repair. I ran back to tell Victor the name, and we both darted straight towards it. The air was thick with the foul stench of stiffs. It didn't smell that much better either, but it was better than a night outside.
There were two fellows with us. I don't know who they are. Everyone starts to look the same at this point. I guess it doesn't matter anymore. None of us said a word to each other. Victor tried to make a joke to cut the tension a bit, but it did little to ease any of us, and I'm guessing himself also. Another person joined us that night. He looked like a scientist, with his tatered lab coat. I think he had a badge too. He didn't seem to talk much either.
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Blast! The evening seemed quiet enough to raid the nearby Hospital. I made a grave miscalculation in choosing the safe spot. We were too close to the hospital! When I went outside, there were 3 stiffs in the street toward the west. I'm not sure if they were the same ones near the Dewberry building. Could they have been following us? I rushed into the hospital to try to grab as much emergency supplies as I could. Unfortunately, I found nothing. I then went back to the Garage to tell Victor that we move out first thing this morning. I hope that they'll stay there for a bit. I also hope that the barricades will hold out until dawn.
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Oct 14, 2005 20:46:53 GMT -8
Private First Class Hector Castle
October 14, Day 3 - Evening
I can't wait for tommorow; I may not yet live to see the light of day. I an writing yet another entry in the same day due to a sudden change in the situation. I awoke in the afternoon to sounds of anguish and rage. Apparently someone let a couple of zombies in, who fed off some unlucky fellows and left before we could kill them. Thank god they didn't get to me, I having been asleep. Those things are the closest beings to grendel. I only wonder when salvation will come, if our souls have not been forsaken. Every now and again I hear the sounds of the dying and the moans of those driven by hunger. If the hospital is taken, I can only fear the inevitable, we will ALL become like them. Mindless, hungering for the flesh of others. Merciless killing machines. Makes me wonder, how we wouldn't be much different than what we are now. I searched the area for supplies but found only a couple of newspapers. They were at least a month old, yet they talked about the strangest things. Bird flu and meteor showers for example. Bird flu, could it possibly be the cause of all this? It would explain why I haven't seen any fly overhead. Even the sky is void of life. And the meteor shower, I know it sounds like something out of a science fiction story. But what if, what if the cause of all this comes from outer space? What if some distant sinister force is set on controlling us, making us submit to their wishes. Right now I'd take any explanation for this madness, this epidemic, this feeding frenzy. It's contagious.
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Oct 14, 2005 23:57:24 GMT -8
Oct. 14 - Day 4
I ventured out to the east again to see if I could spot more zombies and I counted something like nine more zombies with the fifteen I'd see yesterday. Only now do I realize how much this world has changed. I used to see those zombies as nothing more that things but I saw a few high school amongst the crowd. Is there anything left of their former selves in that rotting capsule of theirs? I then went north of the hospital to see if I could scavenge anything but I ran into two more zombies. When I made it back to the hospital, there were six zombies at the barricade. During the confusion outside Maria General, I passed out. Fortunately, I woke half of an hour later to see that I got passed the barricade.
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Oct 15, 2005 15:11:53 GMT -8
Oct 15 - Day 5
Went out to the east again and fought a lone zombie before I had to get back. I got a lot more hits in than I usually have for some reason. I didn't kill the zombie but left him pretty messed up.
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Post by Dex on Oct 15, 2005 23:06:05 GMT -8
Son of a Bitch, I left the damn police station for a couple minutes to try and waste a wandering Z and what do those ball-less civis do? They barricade me outta the place! After dispatching the Z and severely wounding another Z that popped up outta nowhere (they have a primitive ambush tactic: lying on the ground and playing dead until you stray close enough to the point they can grab you). I tried to enter another nearby Police station, but that was heavily barricaded too, as well as a third PD to the south! I was frustrated but I still had enough energy to search for a good place. I found a fire department that was strangely deserted. I decided not to stay but upon searching the place for supplies, I turned up an axe and a pair of wirecutters. I was pleased to be holding a nice, sharp piece of solid stainless steel. Especially since I was dangerously low on ammo, guess I have to be more careful with my shots [Pistol training!  ]. Emboldened by my new weapon, I set out for a better safehouse with more survivors which is how I ended up at Maria General Hospital. ---------------- A bit redundant but, Son of a bitch! There were some stinking corpses assaulting the hospital! I guess they have a keen sense for blood. By the time I got all my shit together, some of the other "authorities", I guess you could call them, managed to decimate the bastards. We closed the doors so the idiot Z's couldn't get in, but we'll have to reinforce the barricades again if we want passable safety measures. I'm going to try and get in one the the police stations again to collect more ammo, then maybe I'll try to break in that fort of a mall. There's gotta be some sweet shit in there if it's always boarded up. |
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Post by The Dankness on Oct 16, 2005 0:05:27 GMT -8
Oct. 16- Day 7
12:38 AM
I went out again tonight, after everyone was asleep. I have been doing this for the past couple nights now, these nightly trips... If I was smart, I'd be out looking for alternate hiding places in case of emergency. If I was smart, I'd be out gathering up valuable supplies for our survival. If humans were smart, we wouldn't be in this mess right now.
No, I didn't go out looking for alternate shelter... I didn't go out looking for valuable supplies... I went out looking for some of those bastard walking corpses... I went out, because I wanted to murder one of them.
After travelling to the west for about a half-hour, I found one wandering around in the wasteland, by itself. Taking my axe in hand, I went to meet it.
When I walked up to the thing, and looked into it's face however, I could not bring myself to kill it... No, I didn't want to kill it... that would be too merciful. I didn't think the bastard deserved that kind of luxury.
I sank my axe into its leg, taking a huge chunk out. I swung again, taking most of it's leg off, causing it to fall to the ground. I watched as it tried to claw its way toward me, and when the filthy thing reached out to grab my ankle, I hacked it's disgusting hand in half. I don't know if these stiffs feel pain, but so help me, I wanted that bastard to feel all the pain I could inflict. I hacked off it's other leg. I sank my axe into it's back, severing it's spinal chord. I hacked and hacked until the creature was splashing around in a puddle of its own blood. I didn't kill it. I left it there. I'm not a murderer. I'm a bloody sadist.
I walked back to the Auto Shop, looking around at the dead city, and thinking about what I had just done. I was covered in that beasts wretched blood. As much as I felt inclined to wash the blood off, I left it. It felt like I was wearing it like a trophy. My firefighters jacket now looked like the jacket of someone who chops up cattle at a slaughterhouse. I liked it.
I sit now in Hayce Auto Repair, covered in the dried blood of my foe, holding my axe in my lap. I don't feel regret. I don't feel pain, sorrow, fear, anger, joy, or anything else. All I feel at this moment is contentment. Contentment with what I have done. This is our city, and I'll be damned to Hell before I let these zombie bastards take it away from us. As I drift off to sleep, I remember the look that creature had on it's face as it bathed in it's own blood... It looked hungry.
Our family and friends have become monsters, but to fight this threat, we might have to become something even worse...
Good night, Malton... See you in the morning.
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 16, 2005 19:51:34 GMT -8
October 16
I must have come down with a high fever or something, I have been out cold for two days. I can't remember what happened. Victor is still in the Hayce Auto Repair, though he was asleep when I found him, clutching his axe in his arms. I've seen Victor in some bad times, but I think this is the worst I've seen him. I must have delayed us pretty badly, so I decided to head to find a new safe spot. There was no sign of the zombies anywhere. Those stiffs must have been not noticed us. I head northeast, with hopes of finding some sort of temporary save haven so that we could make it to Havercroft. I was hasty, but I found a decent hide out in Club Allester. I remember that place from a while ago. I didn't hang out there frequently, but I needed a drink one day, and decided to go in. Nothing much happened.
I hurried back to the Shop, but decided to make a stop at the Hospital to raid it for more supplies. I'm sometimes bothered by my actions. There are still patients unable to escape from that place. All they can do is sit and await for the hoarde of zombies looking for an easy meal. On the other hand, it's either me or them. Still, am I doing the right thing?
I didn't really find anything useful anyways. When I returned to the Garage, I woke up Victor, and told him of the new safe spot we were going to head to. He gave me a brief nod, then returned to sleep. Whatever he was doing while I was unconcious, it must have really taxed him. I ask no further questions. It's not really the appropriate time anyways.
This time, we truly head out toward Havercroft...may we find solace...
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Post by The Dankness on Oct 17, 2005 0:59:42 GMT -8
Oct. 17- Day 8
1:40 AM
I awoke yesterday afternoon with my axe in my hand, feeling refreshed, and not really thinking about the events of the night before. I told myself it was a dream, knowing damn well that wasn't true...
Sigmund wasn't there when I woke up, but I spent most of the day hanging around the shop, and eventually he showed up, telling me he had been scouting and had found a good place to stay, some place called Club Allerston, up north in Grigg Heights.
We have reason to believe that some friends of ours are waiting for us to the northeast in Havercroft, so that is where we are headed: Northeast, slightly deeper into this Hell that we used to call our home.
Sigmund had some business to take care of at the shop, so I left for club Allerston earlier in the evening. I figured he'd meet me there later anyway. Along the way, I encountered a lone stiff, munching away at a dead animal that is had found. It didn't even notice me. Watching it eat, I began to feel the rage I had felt the night before, and I crept up behind it with the intention of destroying it. As I raised my axe, however, I got ahold of myself. I let go of the rage, and lowered my axe. These stiffs need to be destroyed, there's no doubt about it, but in order to survive through this carnage, we need too keep ahold of our sanity. I decided to let the stiff be for the moment. I was getting tired anyway, and just wanted to get to the club.
I arrived at Club Allerston about two hours ago. It's a fairly nice place, and a bit more comfy than the auto shop was. Another tenant was sleeping in the corner when I arrived. I decided to just leave him alone and settle down for the night. Sigmund should be here by morning, so I suppose I'll see him tomorrow...
Until then, this is Victor Krueger, signing off.
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 17, 2005 8:56:18 GMT -8
October 17
I've been feeling sick.
This may have had something to with that zombie that bit me a while back. He bit me on my shoulder. I've been able hide it for a while, but the bite mark is starting to turn red. I though I was able to treat it in time. It must have gotten infected.
I spent this morning throwing up out back.
When I returned, I found Victor there, looking rather chipper, casually swinging his axe to and fro. Practice I suppose? I figured now would have been a better time to tell him about Club Allerston, and did so. We agreed to head there later in the evening. Suddenly, I started to feel sick before we were going to leave, so I told him that I had some business to take care of and that I'd meet him there later.
I spent that afternoon throwing up out back.
After pulling myself together, I rushed over to Club Allerston as soon as possible. Much to my suprise, there were two stiffs outside, just standing there. I snuck around back, and checked the barricade. No visible damage it seemed. Victor was there being casual. I warned him about the barrier. He had a brief stint in the construction business, I'm sure he'll know what to do. I then proceed to finish one of the books I had taken from the library a while back. At that point, I started to feel sick again.
I spent that evening throwing up out back.
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I gained conciousness again, only to find myself in a pool of dried vomit. I feel cold for some reason. I left the club house in search for something useful at the closest hospital. I came upon a children's hospital just south east of the club. Inside, there seemed to be a few military medics. They seemed to be pre-occupied, so I decided to help myself to the supplies. I managed to snag a few first-aid kits and a few newspapers.
As I was heading back, I heard the faint sound of zombies near where the Children's hospital was. At first, I did have intentions on returning, but what could I have done, besides adding another zombie to those medic's burden? I wonder if they're still alive...
I returned to the club and read the news papers. There was no real news.
I rest for the night, hopefully not the last...
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Post by Dex on Oct 18, 2005 1:45:35 GMT -8
Well, it seems the barricades on the police department were taken down so that survivors could get in again. Happy as hell, I spent the whole day picking up scattered ordinance and putting the bullets in my clips. It feels pretty damn good to be loaded to the teeth with ammo. After cleaning my guns, I found myself a comfy wall and drifted off to sleep.
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Oh my F**king God, I woke up this morning with a God damn zombie chewing on my arm. While the bastard was busy swallowing my flesh, I pulled out my pistol and shot him a couple times in the chest. He flew a good distance and was lying on his back gurgling. I started to stomp on his face screaming, "Choke on 'em!" before I finished with a couple well placed shots. I walked out to see who's idea of a joke it was to let a fraxing zombie in my room. When I walked through the door I was taken aback. There was a whole horde of the things. I counted 27 before I stormed in and started shooting at them all. I searched the place and out of the 30 or people that were in here the day before, only about 5 stayed to fight off the Zeds. I tried to help out, but I started to run low on ammo. My only thoughts were centered on finding another safe house since this one was overrun. Before I left, I tried to make it easier on the people who were going to stay and fight, so I carried the corpses that hadn't yet turned into zombies outside and shut the doors behind me so none of the idiot Z's could get in anymore. One glance outside and I figured out where the rest of the people staying there went. I guess they all went outside to fight the zed horde and died trying. 35 bodies including the ones I just dragged outside. Rest in peace you unlucky bastards, I hope you stay down. I had to get my arm treated, so I went back to Maria General Hospital. I managed to run into some eager civi carrying about 20 first aid kits. He's no doctor, but he managed to patch me up in a couple tries. He introduced himself as Kei, but everyone around seemed to call him "Daytime Lantern." After introductions, he told me about all the crap he's been going through and explained that he was in the area to break into the mall. I told him I planned to take down those barricades in the near future and that he was welcome to raid the mall with me if he wanted. If we could round up a few more guys, maybe we can complete those other tasks. I won't tell Kei about my other ideas yet, not until the right time. For now, I'll guard the hospital.
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Oct 18, 2005 12:31:28 GMT -8
PFC Hector Castle
Day 8? October 18
I've done nothing the last couple of days. I've sat here. Fiddling my empty weapons. Both of them. I needed ammo. So I went out and I got some. Then I emptied a clip into one of those things. And a shotgun shell. The impact would've been great, if I hadn't missed. How can a shotgun miss? Goes to show my military training is worth crap. I need a rifle. I need something that'll bring these things down in one turn. I can't find a way to kill them. They're tanks. They don't squish you. They tear your arms off. The hospital has been overrun. The numbers of the dead have now increased. Soon we the living will be the minority. They're all out to get us. They're all out for blood.
I moved out as soon as possible. My friends left me here. Dang it. But I found them, southwest of the hospital. In a police station. That is where I found the shotgun, and luckily, a flak jacket. This has finally become the hell everyone said it would be. A real living nightmare. The lord has forsaken us. He has forsaken even the dead. I will do my best to stay alive.
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Oct 18, 2005 14:16:38 GMT -8
Oct 18 - Day 8
That was f***ing close. Sixteen zombies. SIXTEEN ZOMBIES five feet from where I was sleeping. Thank god Kei healed my ass... I heard him say to head southeast to a police department but it was too heavily barricaded when I got there. So, I went west to another hospital that was barricaded but I was able to get in. I hope they all made it out of Maria...
After I take a nap, I'm going to try to meet up with Storne and Krueger.
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Post by The Dankness on Oct 18, 2005 20:44:09 GMT -8
Oct 18- Day 9
I think something is wrong with Sigmund. He's been sleeping an AWFUL lot lately, and when he's awake, he seems weak and sick. I've even been noticing some crusty stains on his clothes, looks like vomit. When I ask him what's wrong, he says it's nothing, but I'm not so sure... I'll keep my eye on him.
Either way, He will have plenty of time to rest, because we have decided to stop travelling for the time being. We have recieved word (via a carrier pigeon) that the situation over in Havercroft has reached a chaotic level. We've decided to stay here in Grigg Heights and wait for them to come to us...
In the meantime, I have decided to start doing some renovating around here. I'm going to start scouting for safe buildings and barricading them the best I can. I'm also going to start clearing out the stiffs. This is our city, and if we can take over one square block at a time, I think we might just be able to slowly take it back. We are now the armies of the night, and we have got to take down this threat that has come upon our city!
Can you dig it?
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 18, 2005 21:26:43 GMT -8
October 18,
I haven't been able to move around much as of late. Most of today was spent unconcious. When I finally awoke, it was pretty much night time. I figured it would be as good as any night to raid a nearby hospital for supplies. It wasn't easy. I feel lethargic, and my skin itches. Wait, that's just the mosquitoes...
I dragged myself out of the club, and ran off toward the south. Perhaps staggered might be a better word, my legs barely seem to carry me now. And I have one hell of a headache. I manage to make it to the hospital, and I scavange a bit of the medical supplies lying about. I also took a newspaper, which unfortunately had nothing but old news. Overcrowding of the cementaries...gee, I wonder why...
Victor seems awfully busy. He seems to disappear during the day, only to return at night, covered in more blood than the previous, with a foul stench of day that grows stronger each passing day. We need a showers of some sort. Still, his mood is awfully chipper, perhaps he managed to find a bit of Heaven in these trying times. If zombie whacking does it for you, who am I to criticize?
I think I'm getting better, I haven't vomited once yet. Still have that headache though...
There are a few zombies that occasionally meander near the Clubhouse. My cellphone doesn't work, yet someone Victor just seems dead sure that our friends are coming to us. How does he know?
It's been nine days since I've started this log. Somehow we're still alive...
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 19, 2005 19:25:34 GMT -8
October 19
When I regained conciousness again to find 3 other people at the Club Alleston. 2 of them I wasn't familiar with. The other, I did know. It was George. George...something or other. In all honestly, I can't quite remember who he was, he was more of a friend of Victor anyways...
I also scavenged some more goods at the hospital. I might have enough supplies to last for a while. Interestingly enough, it's been quiet. Real quiet. I didn't see any stiffs on my way to and from the hospital. In fact, it seems like they all just got up and left Grigg Heights. I don't, it just seems too convenient...
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Oct 19, 2005 22:38:09 GMT -8
October 19 - Day 9
I made it to the Club Alleston with little difficulty. The scattered zombies around the area make me laugh after seeing the waves of undead back in Havercroft. I'm gonna have fun killin'.
I was greeted by my old pals with little celebration. The whole situation has taken a lot out of them. Victor is too busy to chat me up and Sigmund was completely out when I arrived. When he came around, I could tell he didn't remember my name all that well. Oh well... I can see forgetting my own name in this hell. Until we organize, I guess I'll just kill zombies and look for supplies.
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