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Post by The Dankness on Oct 19, 2005 23:07:30 GMT -8
Oct. 19- Day 10
George arrived today. It was quite a relief to know that at least some of us are surviving in this horrid new world. George is a fellow firefighter... well, he was, before all this crap started happening. Now that he's here, I've got a hacking buddy, which should get our little "Grigg Heights Renovation Project" running quite smoothly.
I'm really starting to get the hang of this hacking up zombies things... Since his whole mess happened, I've killed for the first time... It's true what they say... Everytime it gets easier and easier... You know... I think this might be my true calling...
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Oct 20, 2005 18:58:23 GMT -8
PFC Hector Castle
Day 10 October 20
I arrived at a train station and met a rather sadistical doctor who called himself Loco loki. fitting name i suppose. He kept punching me while I slept and then healing me each time. What a waste of first aid kits. What a waste of a degree, I sure hope he doesn't use me as a guinea pig again.
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 21, 2005 18:44:16 GMT -8
October 21
Things have been rather quiet around the club. We have a new person with us now, a certain Alice Taisomething. No clue who she is, but Victor and George seem to know her. Well, the more the merrier.
She works at NecroTech supposibly. She is awfully obsessed with finding a coporate office. Lord knows why.
NecroTech, what does that sound so familiar?
Today, I spent that time trying to scavange for more first-aid kits. Didn't have much luck though, seeing as I only found one. On my way back to the club, I spotted some poor bastard trying to fight off 3 zombies. He was huddled behind a wall, out of sight of the zombies, so I rushed over to him to make use of those 20 medkits that I have. I managed to stop a bit of the bleeding, then those things came up from behind us. I bolted. I ran without looking back. I don't know about that guy though, I didn't even hear anything. Perhaps he did manage to kill them. Or, maybe those stiffs got him so quickly, he didn't even have a chance to release one last defiant scream. I returned to the club, and everyone was shocked by my entrance. I do remember smelling blood everywhere. I saw their lips move, but I couldn't hear anything. I'm not sure they were speechless, I had gone deaf, or I simply just couldn't process anything anymore. I can't remember what happened after that.
I woke up drenched in sweat. Was it all a dream? This possibly pleasant idea was shattered by the howling of a zombie, a few miles alway from outside of a clubhouse. Or perhaps, that a person getting eaten by one. I can't tell the difference anymore.
NecroTech, where have I heard of that place before...
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Post by The Dankness on Oct 23, 2005 17:45:55 GMT -8
Oct. 23- Day 14
Apart from the arrival of a few new faces in Club Allerston (most notably Alice Talbain, a young nectrotech employee wo swears she knows others who are on their way), things have been very quiet around here lately. Almost TOO quiet.
We've been seeing less and less of the stiffs around as of late, though rather than relaxing us, it's actually put us in a state of silent fear. I went to patrol the area earlier today, and the streets absolutely were absolutely empty. There are no walking stiffs for what seems like at least a mile in every direction. Grigg Heights is cloaked in an unsettling silence.
What could be happening? Perhaps they are all gathering somewhere, like a team, working together. That would mean they are getting smarter... Perhaps they are hiding, trying to get us into a state of false security, with the intention on striking when the moment is right...
Whatever happens, this axe will not be leaving my hands until we figure out exactly what's going on here...
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Oct 23, 2005 17:51:26 GMT -8
PFC Hector Castle
Day 13 - October 23
Went outside and punched some zombies. Not a good idea. You have a better chance of hitting their gaping mouths rather than their foreheads. Plus it does nothing to kill them. Out of ammo. Will need to move out soon. My friends keep ditching me. I swear, it seems like they always leave me for dead. Don't blame 'em, considering it has literally manifested itself into a swarm of festering zombies. Do I even look dead when I sleep? Funny, I feel very much alive. I will move out now. Hope this moving Castle can keep up.
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Post by Dex on Oct 24, 2005 5:57:47 GMT -8
It's been a while since I've been able to write. The damn things keep persecuting us Survivors here in Havercroft. They overran my PD, then they overran the Hospital that I escaped to, now they're trying to overrun my current PD. Luckily, I've found a group of real tough Survivors that are bent on defending this building to death, or undeath, weird. Anyways, a Zed gets in every now and then, but we manage to slaughter it, throw it's carcass back outside and get the barricades back up in no time. I'm usually sleeping when they break in, but when I am up I go outside and take pot shots and the whole mob just a block over. Not very accurate, but a safe distance is very easy on the mind and if they start marching towards me, I can retreat back to the safehouse. Kei and his friends split after Maria General fell. As for me, I'm going to try and stay. I was planning on taking Kei with me to the power plant and armoury, but I guess I'll have to go it alone. Gotta stock up first, which is rather hard considering the surrounding mobs, but I imagine that they'll give up eventually when they understand they can't get us. I wonder if they can understand their efforts are futile...It's sad, I hope we're not in that position... I think I'll comfort the children tonight with some stories. It might make us all feel better.
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 24, 2005 19:39:17 GMT -8
October 24
It has been a while since I have written in this journal. Truth be told, everyone at the club is fighting a new type of enemy. Doldrums. Can't really say much because nothing has been happening. There hasn't been a large wave of zombies in a while. In fact, I can't remember seeing too many zombies at all. It could be that fact that we are simply winning this war. But, Victor seems to think differently. He hardly sleeps now, because he seems almost sure that those zombies are ploting something. This sort of paranoia seems to really contrast to his upbeat daytime persona.
Victor and George, by the way, have been working intensely on their "Grigg Heights Rennovation" project, whatever it is. I can't really say that walking around killing random zombies in the street would do much, on the other hand, I haven't seen that many zombies around. George is always up to kill a stiff or two, but Victor...he's really enthusiastic about it. Perhaps, a bit too enthusiastic. I once confronted him on the issue, and all he gave to me in response was a grin. I left the subject alone since. After the day is done, they return to the club-sometimes covered in fresh blood and sometimes not-to spend the time discussing the events of the day, usually going into a rather graphic description of a particular kill. I know they're zombies, and what they are doing in this for the sake of our city, but this sickens me to a certain extent...
Speaking of sick, my condition has been improving in the sense that I haven't thrown up in a while, and I'm able to move around with little fatigue. Though, I usually spend the days inside the club, reading the same book over and over again. It is Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. I'd rather be reading the same book than risk venturing outside. On occassion, I do go outside to the closest hospital to gather some medical supplies. With all these first-aid kits, one would think I'm a nurse of some sort, but I've really only taken a basic first-aid class. I'm getting better at it though. It's the only thing I can really do aside from reading...
There's also Ira Epstein. That person hasn't moved for days. He's still alive, though, now that I think about it, in the right lighting, he kinda looks like a girl too. Not much to say about him/her.
Finally, there's Alice. She's strangely perky through all of this, and she keeps going on about NecroTech facilities. Why does that name sound so familiar? She spends the days talking to us about DNA extractors and keep count of zombies in given areas. She never stops talking. Never, ever stops talking. Still, I guess it's nice to have some non-ambiguous feminine charm around. If only she were more charming and less talkative. She also describes how the our friends should be coming soon. I don't know how she knows our friends, but I've seen stranger things happen, like dead men walking.
I also spent the time to keep a check of my inventory:
1 fire-ax, which was given to me by Victor on one of his outings.
1 cell phone, which doesn't work.
1 bottle of wine, because if I'm going to Hell, I might as well try to enjoy the last moment.
1 poetry book, unfortunately, it's really just Hop On Pop.
3 shotgun shells, for the shotgun I don't have.
1 pistol clip, see the previous comment.
1 book, it's Heart of Darkness
14 first aid kits, because around here, even a scrape can cause death, or perhaps, undeath.
and a crucifix.
I'll talk more about the crucifix later.
On a side note, I saw Victor attaching a parchement of paper to a pigeon's leg. I'll be damned. So that's how he knows...
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Oct 24, 2005 21:06:23 GMT -8
Oct 24 - Day aw... forget it
Today was rather a boring one. I went out as far as I could and all I found was a beer. Eh... better than nothing. The lowdown? Victor's gotten that killing obsession again. I haven't seen that since we were in the Boy Scouts together. The kid would spend more hours on that shooting range.... The Alice girl keeps going on about finding DNA extractors! I told her that I wouldn't go looking for those things until she explained to me all this NecroTech business and that shut her up pretty quickly. Heh, now she's bugging Victor. Sigmund is over calculating as usual and I'm just trying to stay active by killing zombies. Not much of a life.... but it's better than the alternative.
I've also decided to stop counting the days. This ain't some damn adventure! This is the end of the world.
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Post by The Dankness on Oct 24, 2005 21:08:35 GMT -8
Oct. 24- Day 15
Oh, the joyous feeling of swinging an axe through the skull of a zombie! Pity it's something I've been feeling less and less of lately... I mean, there's just not that many stiffs around anymore. Hmm... you know what? I'm starting to think that maybe they're afraid... They see Grigg Heights, and they see their buddies chopped up and strewn all over the ground. We've got to make that clear to them... When zombies come to Grigg Heights, they get the AXE. Me and George are going to make sure they don't forget it, either.
On another note, Sigmund seems to be recovering quite well. After being ill for so long, I think he's finally coming around. And hey, with that Alice girl around, he's got someone to talk to while me and George are out murdering dead people. Yeah, that Alice sure does talk alot. Hopefully, with her knowledge of NecroTechnology (I gave it that nickname, but to be quite honest, I really don't understand much about that kinda thing...) we might be on our way to figuring out what the hell is going on here... In the mean time, I think I'll take an extra little trip out tonight in search of some blood to spill... I'm starting to get restless...
The Grigg Heights Renovation Project continues...
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Post by Kuat on Oct 24, 2005 22:30:33 GMT -8
Oct 25th.
By all that is sacred... the past few weeks has seen me being chased around the city of Havercroft by marauding hordes of zombies. Although I was making progress in finding the exact nature of the disease by using Maria General's dilapidated lab, the hospital was soon breached while I was sleeping, and some kind souls took me with them on the evacuation. I can't even remember them; in fact, I have no recollection of them at all, save the fact that my wounds had been healed and I was suddenly in the local rail station.
At the railroad station I found a willing... test subject... to apply what knowledge I had learned at Maria Gen. Thankfully I still had the vials of tissue I had prepared from samples of infected individuals in the hospital. I took a vial of infected serum, and injected it into my unconscious friend. Hector Castle, his dog tag said. He was essentially knocked out, and at first I thought he was one of the dead, his sleep was so sound.
After injection, I noticed that serum caused a simple infection, but it was just that, and nothing akin to the real disease itself. I patched him up again, and injected him with a solution that bound what I assumed was the pathogen's DNA in a simple virus. Science aside, in brass tacks this was a shot in the dark, and Maria's facilities left much to be desired and this engineered solution was of low quality. In any case, it worked, and how. Hector's skin started to loosen and almost become... liquid... in some areas. I immediately treated the wound, leaving hector with a nasty scar about the size of a pencil on his forearm. He started to awaken when I was finished, so I quickly packed up and went in search of new lodgings, in fear of possible retribution from my assistant. Soon I found my fears were warranted, as I heard a long stream of cussing as I was about to exit and a bullet whizzed past my ear. I made a hasty retreat to the nearby police station.
The local station was in much better shape than I thought it would be in. Why, one would only think that a tornado whipped through here, or possibly a hurricane. However, it seemed secure, and I got to my real job of healing. The wounds were horrendous, but I had enough attached to me from Maria that I was able to treat quite a few. Except the man whose neck was 3/4ths of the way cut. I was a bit suspicious of him, but no one else seemed to mind; most everyone too exhausted to care anyway it seemed. However, then a few of his "friends" joined him. They shared similar characteristics, such as missing half of their skull, or maybe a limb or two. Quickly I realized that we had not only been breached, but an army of 50 plague bearers were at the doors! I ran as fast as my legs could carry me away from that fire station and into the night...
That was the flight of my life. Either buildings were knee-deep in zombies, or barricaded so tightly the light of day could not even breach them. I ran, oh dear I ran. I came close to collapsing in the streets, until I saw the old specter of Maria general. Knowing that it was either still infested or barricaded off, I went to her anyway for she was my only hope. Praise be, the building was barricaded but not enough to prohibit my entry. I had returned to my main base of operations, and I quickly collapsed of exhaustion.
This is far from the end of my troubles though. I've had to guard Maria and her inhabitants with my very life. We are constantly breached, the barricades don't last a second, floods of zombies come in, and the wounded keep piling up. It's unbearable and my research has been put on indefinite hold. Just last night some fool not only left the doors open, but the dead in the emergency room! I had to drag the corpses out, close the doors, rebarricade the entire building, and treat the wounded from the recent attack all by myself! I don't know how long I can do this, and I fear that I can't hold Maria on my own. I heard that the west was a bit safer, but I cannot abandon the patients and research I have here just yet. I will make my stand here until I am able to get a clear picture of what exactly is going on. I hope my next entry is a bit more optimistic, and that I will be able to actually provide some results. As it is, I need my sleep; I have a hospital to run.
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 25, 2005 18:32:24 GMT -8
October 25
I have failed again.
On my daily trips to the nearby Hospital, I saw a girl who was bleeding all over the place. I tried to rush over to help stop the bleeding at least, when two zombies came out of nowhere to finish the job. I was able to get to her. No, I lie. I just didn't help her. I was terrified. I could do no more than to watch those two zombies tear that poor girl apart. The only thing I could do was rush back to the club. I stayed there for the rest of the night. First, that man a few days ago, now this girl...
Maybe I'll try talking to the others about this later...
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Post by Inaaca on Oct 27, 2005 10:25:35 GMT -8
Oct. 26...
I had forgotten to keep up with my journal for... lately, caught in the hellish chaos that is Havercroft. Maria General Hospital was overrun... Zombies were everywhere, it seemed as if the horde came all at once, tearing the barricades down as if they were paper. I was scrambling around in fear, tossing some spare first-aid kits to those I'd met when Pete grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of that mess. I could barely keep up, but he taught me how he was able to get to the mall in the first place. Simply enough, he would climb to the top of a neighboring, lesser barricaded building and move into the mall through the windows of the top floors, bypassing the barricades. It was very safe and secure, and we decided to stay there for the time being.. I didn't know where anyone else was at the time.. we had all been separated during the incident.. In fact, I still don't know where many are..
The mall's safety was misleading.. I had spent much time in the mall, learning where all the shops and stores were, and spent much time looting points of interest. Every now and then a corner of the mall would be breached by the ever-increasing horde of zombies outside, but the surviving population inside the mall was so great, we could hold off and eliminate an invasion rather quickly.
One day was particularly bad.. I decided to leave the mall for safety, heading to a neighboring police station.. I can't recall the name now.. but it doesn't matter.. I spent my time there stocking up on guns and ammunition, but the whole endeavor started to seem pointless to me.. I'd never fired a gun in my life.. what made me think I would have to guts to start now.. at living(?) creatures... A doctor was in the station with us, tending to all the wounds he could. I think he was overwhelmed, so I tried to offer a little assistance. He seemed to be doing a little research on the victim's illnesses as well though.. Was he finding a cure..? I didn't get much chance to converse with him but.. Loki.. I think he mentioned was his name... I did notice the confident soldier at this station that had stopped by the hospital days before though.. He was here to evacuate again, but it didn't look like many believed him, or were on his side.. It sounded like another police station nearby that he was in was invaded also... Just.. how bad is it in Havercroft.. I recall myself thinking..
I must have been in the station for less than a day when the barricades were breached by the horde.. the zombies seemed to be everywhere now... at every turn.. I fled, back to the mall... the SW corner was taken down by those stinking creatures..
I spent the next day holed up in the NE corner.. Where was Pete.. Pete was gone.. I couldn't believe it.. was he dead? Did he leave? I started to regret ever leaving the mall in the first place.. Did I let him down..? Disturbing, self-demeaning thoughts kept flitting through my head.. I'm still shaking them away now.. He just left for a while.. he's gotta be alright.. gotta be.. Maybe he left Havercroft and went West.. that's where it's safer, isn't it? West.. I guess anywhere is safer than this damn place anyways.. Maybe I should have left then when I had the chance.. No, I definitely should have.. but I'm getting ahead of myself..
I kept hearing word that the zombies were growing in number.. rapidly every day.. the mall was surrounded.. Rumors of backup coming were spreading around, but I could here the fearful trembling in their voices.. About midday the SE corner had fallen.. the remaining survivors in the north half of the mall worked feverishly to keep the barricades up between us and them.. By nightfall they had broken into the NE corner.. where I was.. I tossed my remaining few first aid kits at them and pulled out a pistol I had picked up at the police station.. Some good I was.. what was the phrase.. Can't hit the broad side of a barn..? I felt helpless.. again, I fled. Really, the only safe place left was the NW corner of the mall...
This brings us up to date with the current situation.. Three-fourths of the mall were overrun.. this is the last stronghold left.. we are completely surrounded, escape isn't much of an option. The remaining survivors here are numerous, but the horde outside outweighs us by 3 times our numbers easily... I hear praying through tearful sobs from others that backup should arrive.. that God, our savior would split the heavens and save us. Call me crazy if that doesn't sound appealing right now.. Most of us are up in arms, waiting for when they'll have to fight to the death. Soldiers are pacing.. construction workers are trying their darndest to keep the barricades up.. the horde is relentless.. the scraping.. moaning never stops.. I've seen their eyes.. nothing but hunger... they feed on our flesh..
The main reason I recalled my journal at this point specifically is that.. I must say, I don't know how much longer I have on this earth.. The barricades wear thin.. as do the resolve of the survivors.. I have a hard time imagining any of this turning out alright.. I only hope that this journal can be of service for another should it be found.. God I sound pathetic.. I don't what to do.. what do-
Must go. No time.
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Post by Kuat on Oct 27, 2005 11:03:40 GMT -8
Oct 27th
Maria General is but a distant memory now. The screams of the wounded being eaten alive mixed with the groans of the zombies will forever haunt my dreams. Two nights ago a military man came into the hospital, badly wounded and as pale as death. I offered him aid but he refused; he had to keep moving, and had come to give us a warning. He sad the local mall was under siege by a mass of zombies, and that they were headed this way, trailing after survivors that were headed here to receive aid. I had noticed that there was a significant increase in activity as of late, but now I knew why.
However, it was my duty to help these people, and I refused to leave my post. I told the man he was welcome to stay and that I would do my best to patch him up, but as soon as I was finished talking he just shrugged and left. I was unphased by this, and was resolute to continue to maintain the hospital. Until that night...
At about seven, the barriers went down and we were infiltrated. Many were wounded as it was, and it was like shooting fish in a barrel for the horde. I tried my best to patch everyone up and drag whatever dead there were outside, but to no avail. When I ran out of med packs, and the death toll kept climbing, I knew I had outlived my welcome. I quickly gathered whatever I could and, yet again, flew into the night. Familiar problems reared their ugly head: most places were either barricaded or overrun. There was really no place to go, except for a lone church that was to the west. There were no doors. It was not barricaded. But I had no choice, and I collapsed onto one of the pews, knowing that I was alone, exposed, and ripe pickings for any zombie that would happen to amble in.
A few hours later I woke up in a sweat, and to my great relief there was not a single scratch was on me, nor was there a zombie in sight. I was still pretty exhausted, but I made a haphazard barricade to allay my fears. All I remember is collapsing on the floor after I shoved my last pew into the archway.
I woke up that morning, on a pew and with a ragged blanket covered over me. Apparently my barricade had alerted other refugees from Havercroft that this was a safe house. It was a hive of activity, and I was far from alone. However, many were wounded, and I lacked any supplies. I tried my best to heal them, but my efforts were mostly in vain. In fear that this would turn into another slaughter like Maria, and due to the fact that this time around I had no supplies, I sealed the church off completely, barricading it to an insane degree. I know that it may have been selfish, but I couldn't afford to let this be another zombie breeding ground.
I was never a religious man, but I had survived a whole night completely exposed, in the middle of a war zone, in that church. I know I have something to be thankful for, but whom I should thank is what I don't know. I have no weapons, no supplies, nothing. So far my luck has held out, and I just need to buy a bit more time...
Tomorrow I head west. I had heard that many zombies, for whatever reason, were migrating to the center of the city. Where they are is the last place I want to be, so to the edge of the city is where I'll be going.
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 27, 2005 22:05:10 GMT -8
October 27
It's been quite the day today. Many things have happened, I'm not sure if I can recall them accurately, but I'll do my best.
First, I have to note the fact that I have gotten the hang of notice more critical areas of people's injuries. Not that I can significantly help out, but it's better than nothing. I headed over to the hospital to search for more supplies. I noticed an injured person in the street, and did my best to help him move. But he refused to go. I pleaded and begged to get him to move, but he still wouldn't budge. A group of zombies found us, and I had no choice but to run. Again. Not wanting to lead the zombies to our hideout, I did a quick run over to the nearby hospital, where I rested for a bit, and waited for things to cool down...
It's strange, first, there was low zombie activity, now they seem to be coming up more frequently. Lord knows why.
On a more happier note, Loki has joined us. Loki was a doctor who did most of his work in Maria General Hospital over in Havercroft. We used to be drinking buddies. He asked me about my job in NecroTech, but I never worked in NecroTech. He gave me a confused look, and decided to get some rest. I can't blame him, he must have had one Hell of a time. Along with a policeman, and a few blokes from the military. One of them being Private Castle, who apparently knew Randy Rhodes. He doesn't know what happened to him though...
Loki told us about the tragedy in Maria General Hospital. I don't know what else to say.
I'm once again starting to worry about our choice in hiding places. We originally choose it to be inconspicuous. It was supposed to be the meeting spot for my friends and I. But our group grows larger, abiet unintentionally. I'm afraid of drawing attention, and so is Victor. He wants to "off" the outsiders, but I did my best to persuade him out of it. True, they might attract unnecessary attention, but we can't just leave them out there. We may be the last bastion of hope for humanity as far as I know. I guess there's nothing to do but to wait and see what happens...
Alice keeps bugging me about the fact that she's heard my name before. What the Hell is she talking about?
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Oct 27, 2005 22:14:37 GMT -8
PFC Hector Castle
Day 17 Octobor 27
I've forgotten the past. What has become of me? I have gone to the world beyond the mysts of the future. I am not even sure it is the day it's supposed to be anymore. The sun has come and gone. The moon lingers over me like a shadow. I have made it to a club. No dance music is on. No drinks but the blood in our vessels are being served. Every night is zombie's night. They get in for free. As long as its before nine.
My mind has wandered off. I must hold on. Once you have lost what you love the most, there is no place left to go. Home is where the heart is. My heart was with her. People care less when they think you're dead. Everyone realizes just how important you are, only when you are dead. Sometimes, when you can't live on any longer, you have to die for the ones you love. Anyway, the girl you love already thinks you're dead.
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 28, 2005 8:53:49 GMT -8
October 28
It looks like this place is becoming my second home. I am currently hiding out in the St. Andrew Hospital once again. I ran into another person getting assulted by zombies on the street. That person was as good as dead by this point. I didn't even bother...
I'll remain here for the day until I get sufficient supplies. Or, as much as possible at least. I'll try to ease the burden on the doctors and combat medics working here too...
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I found myself that night in one of the hospital beds. I may have overworked myself a bit. Perhaps I haven't quite gotten over my illness...
I returned to Club Allerston to find everyone there. Everyone except Loki, who apparently had gone to the a nearby hospital in the west to do some research. Good thing someone's doing something about it.
Alice came up to me and told me where she remembered my name from. She said that she remembered my name, from the R&D section of NecroTech. That's perposterous though. I've never worked for NecroTech. Never have. She must have mistaken me for someone else. That's when she pulled out her DNA extractor.
A while back, there was a pandemic involving a bird flu a while before the outbreak. A vaccine was created, and everyone in the city had to be vaccinated. Of course, this also required blood tests to be taken to ensure that there would be no allergic reactions to it. I believe that NecroTech was involved in the distributing of the vaccinations, though I can't correctly remember the politics behind it. I think that bloodThe DNA extractor links into a large external data base that allows the user to identify the person. All stiffs look the same after a while, but the DNA extractor is accurate enough to correctly identify a target 70% of the time. A target could only be tagged once every 24 hours though, I can't quite remember why though. Reading Popular Science really paid off, I'll say. When she tested me, I did show up as a NecroTech employee. I asked her if there was any way to be positive, and she said that I would need to look at the databases in one of the NT coporate offices.
I'll go check it out. This has to be a mistake...
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Post by Kuat on Oct 28, 2005 11:05:28 GMT -8
Oct 28th Well, I feel like giving myself a pat on the back. My previous stated hypothesis, which I had written down on October 14th, has just been backed up by startling evidence. Yesterday afternoon I bid farewell to my fellow refugees in the church and headed west. I hoped to find an unthreatened hospital, so I could gear up as well as continue to do my research. I knew that Southwest of the curch was St Willibrord's Hospital. I had given a few talks there, and was familiar with the area. Upon arriving at the hospital, I already knew that I wouldn't be able to stay. Zombies were scattered about, but not in the high concentrations they usually are around a hospital entrance. Deciding that it wasn't horribly infested, I walked into the emergency room, only to be confronted by a scene that was too horrible to be done at the hands of the undead. Apart from heads impaled on IV stands and various limbs "arranged" into some form of... sculpture... there was a drawing that caught my eye in the center of the ER. Drawn in blood, it looked like some cross between an encircled pentagram and the necrotech symbol. The words "cured" were written above the circle (in, you guessed it, blood). As a proverbial cherry on top, in the center was flayed corpse that was held upright by hooks attached to the ceiling. Stapled to the neck was a note, which relayed the following*: It actually went on for a bit more, but this is the jist of what "they" were trying to get across. So, "zombies" can think! They can even deceive, as the scientist tried to do with his colleagues! However, as I had thought, their hunger drove them to insanity. I had remembered speaking to one person who was supposedly revived by a miraculous "necrotech" syringe, but they said they remembered nothing. I could understand why one would lie, what a horrid experience! Also, the realization that a cure was out there excited me even further. The necrotech company (which had actually given some kind (read: really, really large) donations to Maria General almost immediately before the outbreak) had a cure! With continued research, a vaccine for this epidemic could be developed. It is my new goal to find a local necrotech office and delve more into this "cure". Luck willing, we can prevent others to turning into zombies. Even though a cure exists, the experience of being undead... everything should be done to prevent that, not just treat it. As I stood an pondered, I did not realize the mistake that I was making. Remember, I was standing in front of a hanging corpse. Considering things don't die in Malton... The head of the corpse lunged at me, and took off a bit of forearm. Reeling back, I panicked and unloaded the two pistols I had into it. Still that wasn't enough, but I could see it wasn't going anywhere anyway, so I looked around for some first aid kits. After a long while I found one, and sutured what was left of my right arm, which somehow has taken the brunt of all the attacks I have been under. A the night wore on, I continued my journey west until I could go no further. There was a moderately barricaded Club, so I decided to stay there for the night. By the time I got there, I was almost a zombie myself. Inside I thought I saw some familiar faces, but the minute I was over the barrier I fell unconscious. I awoke to see both friendly faces and one face I hoped I never would see again. My old friend Sigmund Storne was there, as well as his friend Victor Krueger, who I knew through Sigmund and had met on previous occasions. There was a third person I recognized, George Matheson I think it was, whom I met at someone or other's wedding. All I remember about him is that he and Victor were both firemen. Eagerly, I told them about my travels and the fall of Havercroft, and they shared their stories as well. Heh, especially about the "Grigg Heights Rennovation Project". The rest of it wasn't as light hearted. While Victor and George were almost unphased by the whole ordeal (one could say disturbingly so), Sigmund was severely shell shocked. He was taking a lot of blame on himself for deaths he had witnessed, and he still looked rather ill from an infection. There was nothing I could really do for him though. Spewing platitudes didn't seem appropriate at the time. On the other hand, Victor and George were having a grand ol' time talking about their kills. A really... really good time. Yes Victor, I'm sure it was amusing to throw that really fat zombie at the smaller ones like some form of gruesome bowling game. Indeed George, it's awesome how you made that zombie reenact the "black knight" scene from Monty Python. I'm sure he did want to bite your head off too. Back to who else was there... my old "assistant" Hector Castle. Seriously, what are the chances, in the entire city, I would run into him again. He was fast asleep when I woke up, so I left him be. Clutching his pistol rather tightly as well, I recall. I hope to the powers that be he doesn't remember me. Finally, there was a curious little woman named Alice Talbain. She was so... not from this city. Cheerful and perky describes her demeanor. Think about that. In a city filled with the walking dead. Anyway, what compounded this mystery about her was the fact she was a necrotech employee. I had so much to ask her, but she was fast asleep as well. I'll be here for a while though, so I guess we'll have plenty of time to talk. As far as useful information, south of here isn't all that friendly, but a hospital to the west is fairly safe. The neighborhood is fairly quiet, and I should be able to set up shop once more. It's about time things settled down. I could use a vacation. * Curiously, they had a web page located on the back of the paper. Although there seems to be no access to communications, perhaps this will be of later use: wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/Initiating_Zombies_to_Obtain_the_Naturalization_of_Earth |
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 30, 2005 0:12:07 GMT -8
October 29
I've been doing a bit of thinking these last few hours. I'm not sure what I have been doing these last few months. Now that I think about it, I can't remember much at all. It's strange. I've only started remembering things since writing in this journal. The outbreak began around mid-July. What the Hell was I doing during that time? I can't even remember anything prior to. I felt that it was time for me to find the answer, so I left Club Allerston.
Going by the information that Alice gave me, I headed to the Merson Building west of Club Allerston. It was strangely crowded there, some by NecroTech employees, others by survivors. The NecroTech employees were just trying to go about with their everyday lives, doing research on stuff. Judging by the disorder and the mess of recently made rations lying about, I would say that the building has also acted as a sort of save haven for survivors as well. Being used to this, I don't think they minded the fact that I was there. I decided to search around the building, seeing if I could find a computer that still worked. I did find another DNA extractor, one similiar to Alice's, and a GPS unit. I might come in handy. I also noticed something interesting. I saw a set of syringes placed rather haphazardly on a table, with a lab assistant shuffling through some papers nearby. He seemed awfully busy, so I carefully took one without him noticing.
I'm not sure what about those syringes drew me toward them in the first place. They were familiar. My head started to hurt at that time. As I stumbled away from that particular office, my head began to fill with random images. Everything seemed so familiar.
After searching around, I found a non-damaged computer. Much to my dissapointment though, the power was out. Useless. I shuffled through some papers and, perhaps by fate, found a post-it note reminding an employee to keep the second badge provided by employees safe at home.
I left the Merson Building and stopped by at a hospital nearby. I found Loki there, working with patients. I stopped him for a moment to ask him if I really was an employee at NecroTech. Understandbly, things were hectic at the moment, so he responded to me in a rather irate tone that he was sure that I did, but never mentioned what department. Not wanting to get in his way for long, I left him to his business.
I returned to Club Allerston to talk with the rest of the group. Victor did recall me having some sort of job at NecroTech, but he didn't know what I actually did there. Victor directed the subject toward a zombie who seemed to be just standing outside the barriers, trying to do something. According to Victor, he almost seemed like he was knocking on the doors. I assume that Victor did what he loved best, swinging that axe. Hopefully this zombie won't be a problem in the future.
George told me that he does vaugely, possibly, maybe remember something about me and NecroTech.
Finally, Alice assured me that she has seen my name on the roster for the Research and Developement team. This, coming from the person who tells stories about forgeting to put on the other sock when going to work. I keep thinking about that "grain of salt" saying.
My apartment is located at 1488 Osbert Street #322. If I was an employee of NecroTech, I'd have a secondary badge. And if I had a badge, I'd know where I'd keep it. I have to return home. I told everyone that I'd be gone for a bit, and get a gun ready in the event I don't return. I leave tomorrow afternoon to find out the truth.
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Post by DJ Coulz on Oct 30, 2005 1:30:11 GMT -8
Oct/23- Day 1 (making up for lost time)
DJ Coulz- Zombie
*"Dead Mans Party" Plays over and over again*
...eurgh
((...))
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Oct 30, 2005 2:57:55 GMT -8
 the soul of the forum is confused
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