Urban Journals

[DJ Coulz]

Oct/30- Day 7
DJ Coulz- Zombie
(ZVC chip indicates location: Outside Coss Cinema)


*"Dead Mans Party" Plays*

*sits up*

Uuuur...

*looks around*

Myhu?

*stumbles to feet*

...

*looks around some more*

Urg

*steadies self by pressing hand on wall*

Eryu?

*grabes poster off wall and crumples it up*

Guyuh?

*wanders into a junk yard*

[Muramasa]

October 30

I am currently spending a night in the St. Andrew hospital. I felt that it would be a good idea to stock up on supplies before continuing my journey. Who knows what the heck I'll find back at home...

I left the club earlier that night, trying my best to not make too much of a fuss. Victor was checking up on the barriers to see if there had been any breaches. Aside from the knocking made by the zombie that I mentioned in my last entry, nothing has really happened. Hector seemed to be babbling to himself half the time, the other half of the time, he sat in the corner, talking about "getting back at them". And I thought I was a wreck. Alice was pacing back and forth, fiddling with her DNA extractor. George was trying to still trying to juggle 4 axes at once. He hurt himself earlier and I had to fix it. It was a laceration to his shoulder. You'd think a fireman would have a bit more coordination, and some more sense. I hope he doesn't hurt himself this time, I'm not going to be around...

Victor managed to catch me before I left. He wanted to do with my axe that he had given me. I gave it to him and he told me to wait a minute. I must have sat there for a good three hours. I spent the time thinking about what was left of my home, what would possibly still be there, and what would have been ransacked. Often, I'd see Victor hard at work with my axe. He was scratching something into it. At six o' clock, he finally returned it to me. Inscribed on the side of the handle was "Our present to Hell". He scratched it in using his wire cutters. How, I'm not sure, but it probably would explain why it took a while. He gave me a grin and returned to the other room to check up on barriers again. I left at 5:37 or somewhere around there.

I plan on gathering supplies here before I leave. Having some first-aid may be useful to me and anyone else who happens to need it. I hope I won't have to use them. Or the axe...

[DJ Coulz]

Oct/30- Day 7
DJ Coulz- Zombie
(ZVC chip indicates location: The Monks Arms, Grigg Hieghts)

*"Dead Mans Party" repeats*

uuuhr... Myrh?

*looks around to find out where music is comming from*

Iiiiis ory muur...

*grabs at head phones around neck*

Iiiiiiiiis ory meeeh...

*Stands and sways*

[Inaaca]

Oct... (?) --

Okay...think...what happend to me... My thoughts are so muddled...

I was in the mall... The barricades were breached, they got in... There was nowhere to run... I was attacked...
...
...damnit, everything gets fuzzy... Can't think...

...Next thing I remember... what was... I woke up... I'd been laying unconscious on the ground (sleeping?) The first thing I remember when I was coming to... I hadn't even opened my eyes yet.. It was the smell. The smell of death.. rotting flesh.. I was laying among a slew of human corpses, some long been rotting.. Everywhere.. the street was lined with them... Everything's so foggy... It was dark... must have been night... I remember feeling numb.. my body was so numb, I couldn't feel anything... Blood... my body was covered in blood...wounds everywhere. A groan to the left... zombie down the street... Had to get away... I was in front of some office building... decently barricaded... Barricades...zombies...corpses... it was then I started to remember the situation I was in... trapped in this city of death... I stumbled into the building as fast as I was able... I stumbled most of the way... Looking back now I don't know how I was capable of even walking... As I stepped in the door the dim lights blinded me. Suddenly I felt pain, searing pain throughout my entire body... Lights... white coats... people... I hit the floor, everything went dark again...

What happened next...think... Next thing I remember... Bright light... I was laying on my back... people in white labcoats everywhere, but none paid attention to me.. I didn't want to move... I didn't know if I could... and to be honest I was scared out of my mind.. I felt like I had been abducted against my will and being experimented on... was I...? I still can't tell... I don't know how long I stayed still before I realized no one seemed to notice I was there... I sat up, feeling numbness throughout my body as before... The blanket slid off my chest and I noticed that my clothes were missing, and almost all of my body was wrapped in blood-soaked gauze. IV tubes were stuck in various veins along my arms, injecting some kind of fluid. The feeling was very...uncomfortable to say the least... Once I found my voice.. I tried asking questions to those in white coats.. My voice was raspy and it felt strange trying to talk. They all seemed far too busy to pay attention to me, and when one did pause to give me an answer it was some technical jarble I didn't understand. I took it upon myself to remove myself from the cot I was laying on. I found what was left of my clothes on the floor next to me, extremely bloody and torn apart. It looked like there were bullet holes...

I'm huddled against the wall right now... There are others like me here... It hurts too much to think... and my body is growing less numb... I'm in so much pain... There's so much more for me to think about and write... but it hurts to move...and I'm very tired... I will continue this later when I am feeling better...

[DJ Coulz]

Oct/31- Day 8
DJ Coulz- Zombie
(ZVC chip indicates location: Club Allerston, Grigg Hieghts)

*lays dead out side Club Allerston*


((...

What? What the hell happened?

I must have gotten totally wasted… Wait why can’t I open my eyes? Oh f**k! Am I dreaming? Blacked out? …Dead? I can only see black… What happened?

Going back a little…

I am your average 18 year old bad mouth teenager. My name is DJ I’m pretty much what every parent DOESN’T want their kid to be. I hate my parents, Get drunk, wasted, anything else you could think of, I get into fights, and have been sent to jail over night. Oh yeah and I’m a girl, Must people mistake me for a damn guy… Well can’t really blame them. I act, look, and just overall seem like a guy. Anyways, I DJ at the local under ground party ware house. Every teen comes there to just get intoxicated and forget about parents and how f**ked up life is. I see a lot of sad cases, hell I’m one of them, but lately it’s been a lot more crowded down in the old underground. Why? You ask? Well the news of the dead walking and killing every one just seems to be bad and even more a reason to spend the last few days of your life getting doped up.

I’m starting to remember what might have happened…

Well I remember it being around 2 AM. Kids crowding the ware house. Busiest night yet (probably cause the next town over was being over run by the dead and we were next). I was scratching the latest song on the tables, while listening to my iPod. I was of course listening to Oingo Boingo, Great band for when you feel down. And well, people were getting crazy, Guys getting sh*t faced in the back alley, girls dancing their angst away, and my boss yelling at some cop out front. Me well I didn’t really care what was going on, hell I was to drunk to know what was going on. Either way I decided to leave my post and go out back, for whatever reason at the time. I walked out the heavy, metal, rusted door and into the cold night. I looked around and saw some guy leaning against the side of the building. He turned and looked at where I was. A twisted grin creped onto his face. I turned to walk away and I heard a high pitched fox whistle, over the blasting music coming from my large DJing head phones, come from behind me. I didn’t want any trouble but I was drunk at the time. I lifted my hand to my head phones and pulled them to my neck. I lowered my arms again and turned to face the guy. He was already a few feet behind me giving me a look that would make any other b*tch scream “RAPEST!”. But I just coldly looked at him and said, “Hey man, you got a problem?”
He kept his cold gaze and replied, “Yeah I have a problem with every b*tch that drives my car of the road!”
Okay so maybe I got a little to drunk and restless some times. But like I give a rats ass about this f**ker. I just turned around and walked away. Suddenly I felt a strong hand grab my shoulder and wrenched me around. He pulled back his arm and socked my left eye.

I must have blacked out cause I woke up on the cold ground against some boxes. I lifted my hand to my face and rubbed my eye. He hit me pretty damn hard cause It f**kin’ hurt. I looked around and realized that I couldn’t hear any voices, only the music blasting from inside of the ware house. I sat up and looked around, nothing. Suddenly I heard a scream. I stood up as fast as I could, well as fast as a drunk can get up. I looked around, nothing. Then I saw them. Zombies! The walking dead were all around me. I had no idea what to do I couldn’t even run my legs were frozen fast to the ground. All I hear was their moaning and more screams in the distance. And then…

*SPLICH*

From no where a zombie had bitten the back of my neck. I quickly twirled around with the grace of a fat ballerina and saw the zombie chewing on some of my skin. I, then, ran around the other side of the huge building. I hid behind some boxes and laid down. “Man, I really f**ked up this time.” The last of it is fuzzy but I probably passed out from lack of blood.




"Dead Mans Party" -Oingo Boingo played over and over again from my head phones.

Don't run away...

It's only me...

It's only me...

It's only me...

And now all I can see is black. I don’t really know what’s happening and I feel like I’m losing what ever form of consciousness I have…))

[Muramasa]

November 1

I am a NecroTech employee...

I have nothing more to write at the moment...

[Muramasa]

November 2

These past few days have been rather exciting to say the least. I thought the worst of my journey was trying to find my ID card. Boy, was I wrong...

I'll try to recap all the events until now as best as I can.

After getting enough supplies from the St. Andrews Hospital, I made a beeline straight for whatever was left of my home on Osbert Street. It was a grueling few hours. Not because of the fact that the streets were filled with zombies, but in fact, the streets were quite empty. I'm not sure what it was, but perhaps it was the underlying fear of not knowing what was out there, as opposed to a danger in front of your eyes. I rushed as quickly to my apartment as quickly as I could. I can't remember much going there.

Upon arriving, I was heart broken. The door was smashed open. Everything was thrown about. The photographs I had taken, some were smashed from their frames, others were missing. Who would've wanted them? Those were the closest things I had to memories. I carefully made my way to the back, being cautious to not get caught off guard by anything that wanted to take a nap in my apartment. Went up into the loft, where I found the picture I had taken of St. Dorotheus Church. Strangely enough, it was still intact, though the frame was a bit crooked. I remember why I took a picture of that church. I met a gal there. She was busy reading a book on one of the benches outside of it. I remember it so clearly for some reason. It was Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. It was a strange place to read a book, now that I think about it, considering that a factory overlooked the church; it wasn't a very scenic place.

The fact that the photo was untouched meant that no one had gotten to the safety box behind it yet. I keep all my personal files there, as well as a few keepsakes. I opened the box and dug through the various folders of old income tax reports and birth certificates and the like. Then, I found an envelope that was from NecroTech. My ID card was inside.

I have no clue, when I worked for them. I swear, I never did. But the card proved me wrong. It had my photo ID. It had my employee ID number. And it had the department which I supposedly worked for: The Research and Development department. I was supposedly a lab assistant there. I thought I gave up that stuff a long time ago...

As I rushed back to the Club, my head was swimming of possibilities. Possibilites of how I ever was an employee, how I could have ever become one, or even how I could ever forget. I started to get sick again. My head started to hurt first. Then I started getting nauseous. That's when I was attacked by a lone zombie. The stiff managed to back me into a corner. Having no other options left, I took out the axe, and tried to Hell a gift. My fatigue prevented me from doing much though, as I think I missed with every swing I made. Though, maybe I did hit it. I am still alive after all. Though, being unable to finish it off, I ran away as quickly as I could. I'm not sure if I made it back on my own, but I think I remember seeing Victor's face before I passed out...

I spent the next day in a half daze. I wasn't sure what to think. Unfortunately, my internal monolouge was interrupted by an exterior crisis. I don't know the details too well, but I found a zombie gnawing on my shoulder when I woke up again. I could do nothing but scream, I couldn't even fight back. Fortunately, Victor was there to help me out. Or was it George? I might as well thank both of them later. I must have passed out after the ordeal, I can't remember much afterwards.

When I finally came to today, I found Alice tending to my wounds. I asked her what the Hell had happened, and she gave me a smile and told me that a bunch has happened. Funny thing, when Alice has a story, she's got ALOT of story. This time, she didn't say much. I wonder what happened while I was out...

That was the last 3 days as best as I could remember it. I still feel a little queasy, but hopefully that will pass as I rest here for a bit...

[Dex]

I swear...THAT will never happen again.

[Muramasa]

November 4

Times have been getting chaotic. A rather battle worn solider, whose name was John Blighton if I remember correctly, managed to stumble in the club when we finally fixed the barricade.

Ah yes, I should probably describe the events surrounding the "Barricade Fiasco". Though, I was passed out during the time, so I learned the events of these from George. In Club Allerston, people seem to come and go. The only real consistant folk that stay there are Victor, George, Alice, Hector, Loki, and I. But every now and then, another tired, exhausted, and occassionally emancipated person comes to our hideout, stays for a bit, and leaves. This time, however, we received a rather miscevious house guest. Or, perhaps more appropriately, paranoid. Alice and Victor decided to head out, Alice, needing more medical supplies to help with the growing number of refugees we have been receiving, and Victor doing what he loves best. Apparently, both of them were unable to get back in, as a few extra boards were nailed to the door, and an extra large shelf was placed in front of it. Our main entrance was a window on the western side of the building. Zombies usually aren't near that side of the building, so it's usually safe to enter and there usually isn't a need for barricades. Supposably, it was boarded up for some reason. Not only that, but the only remaining access was a relatively high window. There were boxes that made it easy to get to from the inside, but it was to high to reach from the outside. Thanks to George's quick thinking and rather handy work with his axe, he managed to destroy the unessary barricades so that Victor and Alice could get in again. Victor was relieved to be back inside. Alice, on the other hand, was furious. She shouted at us from the outside about how we "hated her" and stormed off into the night. We I awoke that night, George told me the whole story, and I rushed outside to find her. It was horribly dark that night.

Funny thing though, I found her in Hotel Whitecombe, which right next to Club Allerston anyways. She was moping in a corner. I tried to approach her, but she said she didn't want to talk with me. I left her alone.

I noticed that the barriers were rather weak, and noticed some zombies outside of the hotel. Not really attacking it, but they were there, and zombies have a bad habit of getting into places you don't want them in. So George decided to help reinforce the barricades at Hotel Whitecombe.

Unfortunately, that was not the end of the ordeal...

Today, I am currently in St. Andrew's hospital as usual, gathering medical supplies, as usual. John Blighton was badly injured, but I didn't have enough medical supplies to fully treat his wounds, so I headed for the window. Much to my chagrin, it was boarded up! I saw 2 unfamiliar faces hanging out at the bar, and 1 sleeping on one of the couches. I told Victor and George of the situation, and I left Club Allerston, to quickly get some medical supplies and to wait for the side window to be opened up again. I hope they do it in time.

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I 've been hearing a lot of news regarding a large zombie mob heading toward Grigg Heights. It's surreal. They sound more like an undead army from a movie than a bunch of mindless cannibals.

I've been having thoughts about leaving. Everytime I look at the syringe in my pocket, I cringe in fear. It meant something to me. When I remembered things correctly. But what? One part of me, possibly the sensible side, tells me to get the Hell out of Dodge, as they say. And to a certain extent, I want to. But, there's something else inside me that wants to stick around. Is it optimism? Is it some sort of blind hope that maybe, just maybe, those zombies will pass right on by without a ruckus?

No, I know what it is. It's everyone at Club Allerston. It's Victor, George, Loki, and Alice. It's them that keep me sticking around. They're the reason why I've stayed alive all this time. The least I can do is stick around.

So, I write this currently in Club Allerston. In the past few weeks, I have spent a good amount of time regretting my actions. Well, not this time. I'm going to stay here. If they're going to Hell, I'm coming with them. Or at least, I'll do my best to delay that one way trip.

Upon my return, the club was eerily silent. Perhaps they already knew? Victor told me that we had a new guest, a familiar one at that. He pointed over to the couch, where I found Kei, quite honestly, looking very, very bad. What the Hell happened to him? I guess I'll ask him when he gets better. George then informed me of a suspicious character. Perhaps he's the one behind all the random door barricading. Hmm, I guess we'll see tomorrow...if I can still remember how to write by that time...

[Inaaca]

Oc- -- Oct. 31, D

These people never sleep... Nothing seems to have changed since I fell asleep last night.. What time is it...? My bandages are useless now.. completely soaked through and the bleeding hasn't stopped.. I feel really weak and hungry.. Damnit, I'm getting blood on the paper..

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I'm back... For an office building serving as a scientific facility.. it sure has a lot of medical supplies.. I guess we need it.. considering all the wounded piling up... I found a closet with some fresh gauze bandages I could use to replace mine.. I removed the bandages from my naked, blood-covered skin.. the cloth stuck to the wounds as it pulled away, the pain was is unbearable.. I don't understand how I'm still alive.. the doctors here seem to have done a good, although hasty job in patching me up... but my body... there are bulletholes everywhere... It doesn't sit well with me at all... There were large chunks of dead skin just hanging off my limbs.. I don't know what to think of it...I don't want to think of it... I'm not going to.. I wanted to clean the wounds.. find a shower or.. a hose.. or something.. but I didn't see anything.. Instead I just rewrapped the bloody, stitched wounds to help stop the puddle of blood growing at my feet.. It feels awful and disgusting.. but I just don't know what else to do.. This does't feel real anymore.. This whole thing.. Can't be real.. but it is.. I'm walking in a dream.. But... it hurts too much to be a dream..

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My clothes were gone... but I found my satchel.. I briefly checked it to find the first-aid kits missing.. I fished inside though and pulled out some wine I hadn't really planned on drinking.. But hey.. anything to ease the pain.. I drank the entire bottle right there. I went back to the closet I found the gauze in.. and pulled out some medical scrubs laying on the floor... I put them on with some effort. Better than nothing..

I saw a calender on the wall.. the days were crossed out up 'til the 31st of October. It's Halloween. I almost laughed, but it hurt. I'm not sure what I found so funny now.. Several days have passed during the "fuzzy" part of my memory.. What the hell happened? How the hell can I not remember? My head hurts again.. I feel weak. I need food.. but I don't think that's something we have much of here... I'm too weak to do anything right now.. I'm going to sleep..

[Blighton]

day 1- they say that Jesus died to wipe away human sins but that was long ago and even his death has proven to not be able to save humans from this vial curse. MY name is john blighton rookie cop who was on his first day of work and never even got to serve a full day of duty. Malton use to be such a wonderfull and prosperous city but over the years it has gone down hill.

Crime has skyrocketed and that's why I be came a cop. I remember my first and last ride as I patrolled the streets with my new partner Chris, it was a quiet day and after a while I notice that Chris was getting bored. "I wish something would happen I haven't seen action in god knows when". Chris had no idea how much his wish was going to come true. We came to a red light and what we saw was a old lady attacking a teenager. it's not every day that a old person is attacking some one who can easily cause severe damage to them. we stopped and told the lady to freeze or we'll shoot. Much to our surprise the lady turn around and what I saw will never leave my mind because It will be the hell I will have to endure from now on. It looked at all of the womens face was rotting away as her new target was us. For some reason Chris was clueless to all this so he got close to her to handcuff her. Next thing anyone know she bit him on the shoulder, what the hell is she some kind of cannibal that has lost it? Chris was shock and unloaded his clip into her with one of them clipping her in the head. Unfortunately they both dropped dead. I needed to save my friend and I ran to Chris and tried to wake him up. the wound had been fatal hitting one of his major veins. The last words he ever said was "run for your life something isn't right". I grabbed the kid and looked at him and he only had a bite on his arm so he would live through this mess. we ran and ran till I almost felt like collapsing but we managed to find some one safe. I have no clue what is going on but I hope that everything will be fine I as I get some sleep.

[DJ Coulz]

Nov/05- Day 13

What the hell is going on?

This morning I woke up as regular old me again? What had happened that night? I looked around to see where I was and I founf my self out side onf a large club covered with scafolding. The skin on the back of my neck was gone from that zombie that bit me.

So what happened wasn't a dream! It really happened.

There was 2 zombie standing right by me but they weren't attacking or anything. They just stood there swaying. I am really confused on what the hell is going on. I decided to play if safe and go inside tha building. When I got inside I found out alot of people where in here and in the same sitchuation as me. there was any where to 7 to 12 people in here. The first person I talked to was a girl named Alice. she was very nice and heeled my wondes and covered up my scars. She pointed out ever one and told me there names. She also said that I could stay with them if I wanted cause there has been talk of alot of zombies comming. I looked around at all the people in the club. Victor, George, Alice, Hector, Loki, Kei, and another person whos name I didn't catch. When I looked at Victor Krueger his face seemed so cold in an almost senile way. I didn't want to go tworads him so I decided to just sit against the wall were no one was. I looked around at the floor covered with trash and broken glass. I found a bottle of wine and drank the whole thing. Hey when you wake up in a zombie infected city what esle are you gonna do. After cugging down the wine I decided to get some sleep. Either that or I just passed out. Anyway I slept hoping for a better tommorow. Maybe I can even wake up from this nightmare.

[Muramasa]

November 5

Let's just take the time to enjoy the solace while it lasts...

[Blighton]

day2- I wake up and for a few seconds I was at peace you know what I'm talking about the moment where you don't realize what's going in and then the feeling of everything flowing in. I woke up and there were others in the room. what's going on I asked them. where have you been where under a zombie attack. I would have laugh at the stupidity but the image of that old lady haunted me. If this is true and were under zombie attack then I need to find some people I can count on and the people here are as helpless as I am right now. I look around the room to find a map of malton. I lay ed it down and flipped a coin to see what district it landed on. My next target is now grigg heights.

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The teen I ran away with was still there and was waking up. I told him what was going on and he decided to go with me. we headed out all day and night feel we stooped for the night to rest. The problem is that this house only has locked doors but we should be ok for now.

[Blighton]

day-3
I woke up to the teenager taking bites out of my shoulder. Son of a B@tch I knew I should have looked into his wound. If the zombies can turn people into zombies then I'm in trouble. The pain was unbearable as I emptied my clip into him only hitting one. dam, now I wish I would have paid more attention during weapons training.
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I ran and ran but my energy has given up and I have collapse. I feel as thought something is taking over me and I fear what I am going to become. I'm scared what am I going to do when I become a zombie. what trouble am I going to cause and what lives am I going to take? please have mercy on my soul that I reach the after life some how.

[Blighton]

day 4
I wake up and slowly come to. I start to look at my body's condition and my shoulder wound is healed and other injury's I don't recall getting. next to my leg is a paper and as I reach for for it my body is still acting funny as my body is still struggling to reach normal function. I look at the note and it says join our resistance at Club Allerson. Well what do I have to lose I mean there's not really anything else to do. I pull out the map and the club was only a hour away. some how I made it to grigg heights and the club where they welcomed me and gave me the run down of what to do to survive.
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Day-5

I spent the day raiding places for ammunition and supply's. as my friend told me the hospitals where barricaded more then fort Knox. either way I'm glad to have more then one clip for my gun.
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day-6
I decided to look at another hospital to be disappointed again. It had a been a couple of days since I saw one but I ran into another zombie. The image of that zombie enrage me and I fired at it. the first and second shots hit there target as the creature moaned. the third missed but I had already did some damage so I can do this. I pumped the rest of my clip and reloaded and fired once more. To my surprise the creature fell dead. For some reason I felt proud of taking one down and I left back to the club to throw myself a little party with the bottle of wine I found.

[DJ Coulz]

Nov/08- Day 16

Yesterday, after waking up with a killer head ache and hangover I finally realized my iPod was non-stop playing "Dead Mas Party" I listen to the song for a while and realized the irony in it and turned it off. Then I just sorta rested and watched as people passed in and out of the worn black doors. I didn't really know exactly what was going on but I knew that it wasn't no dream and that our lives were at stake. I could see how some of my other "club mates" were getting alittle edgy. Some of them you could tell only had a few weeks til' they went insane. Specifically Victor, I mean he's a nice guy but alittle weird. He always has ths crazy look in his eye. He always goes out every afternoon and comes back covered with blood and a happy look on hs face. Its like killing zombies is a drug to him. I'm not sure I am very cool around him. Its thoose guys you can't trust... Then there is Kei he's cool. He's kinda a nerd though. But hell he is the most prepared of all of us. He always has a ton of medical stuff. Like the day I wandered in he happly gave Alice some bandages to use on me. And today he saw me sittng by my self and sat next to me and kept poking me. for no reason. At first I found it agravating but then I played along and found the childessness of him was rather comforting.

I spent the rest of the day contemplating what happened. And why it happened to me... no... why it happened to any of us. I saw how all theese young people were thrown into a hell hole. I am the youngest of the Allerston group. I am 18 while the others are in thier early 20's. I just don't understand. I thought my life was hell before. I had no idea.

[Muramasa]

November 8

Things have been quiet at Club Allerston.

There was a lot of tension building up from the fact that a small army of zombies were going to tear this particular block into pieces. It was scheduled to happen days ago they said. Who are "they" one asks?

They're survivors and scavengers. Most of the time, you find them in places like hospitals and police stations. These people generally tend to hoarde whatever they can, and give little to help refugees, those who decided to hole up in those particular places. They usually come and go, but not after taking whatever they can take without pissing someone off...

I guess I fit into the former category. I'd like to argue that I do my fair share at the St. Andrews hospital (though at this point in time, I am unable to do that because it has been barricaded. I guess the paranoia must have gotten to them as well) in terms of helping those I can.

Once in a while, you find a person on the street, having no clue where to go, having no place to hide, having no idea what is a good place to hide, and having no clue what the Hell is going on despite the fact that this "situation" has been going on for about four months now...

On the bright side, the tension has dropped a bit. We've gotten a few new comers as well. Aside from 2 other isolated military personale, there was this young teenage kid who was always listening to his I-pod. Seemed a bit rude. Everytime Victor or George would offer him something to eat, he'd back away a bit, and then take it without saying "thanks". Admittedly, Victor and George can be a tad bit scary though. He's taken a shine to Kei and Alice though. Also he can't seem to remember my name, and almost seems to disacknowledge the fact that I exist. But I am being a bit harsh. The kid looks like he's been though some tough times and now that I think about it he didn't really cause any trouble, so I'm probably being indignant for no reason. Strange thing about this kid. From the right lighting, he almost looks like a girl as well. If Freud was here, he'd have something to say about that. It's a good thing I was more of an Allport person anyways.

My health has started to improve again, as I am able to take more trips around Grigg Heights. Once in a while I head over Merson building to scavenge anything useful. I found a few more of the syringes. If any of the computers were working, I could get access into the data base with my card to see what the Hell I was working on...

Victor is currently busy sharpening his axe. It has officially become his second favorite past time, with zombie killing being his first, and barricade repair and maintenance being a close third. He uses a stray brick that he found outside to sharpen his axe. Now that I think about it, I think that's the axe that he used save a women from a trapped car. Someone forgot to bring the jaws of life, so he had to hack at the car with his axe. Or so he tells me.

Currently, George is out hunting zombies. He'll come back at around 11. Covered in blood as usual.

Kei has more or less come out of his shock when he first arrived here, which was a literally bloody mess. We managed to scrounge some decent clothes for him. At least, I think George gave it to him. For some reason, he's still wearing the bloody scrubs that he arrived here in...

Kuat spends his time in the hospital west of here. I could never remember it's name. He says he is doing "research". I rarely see him around anymore.

Alice still will not stop talking.

Hector is nowhere to be found. I wonder what he is up to.

as for me, I am re-reading Hearts of Darkness once again.

PS: Alice is still talking to me about those syringes that I have found. It makes my head hurt to think about them. Why are they so familiar, what do they do?

[DJ Coulz]

Nov/09- Day 17
1:03 AM

I don't know what I'm doing. I decided to go out for a walk to take my mind off things. I went south from the club into some abandon car park. Its probibly stupid of me to leave the group and wonder around by my self but I needed to get out of the club, it was getting really edgy and irratating. I looked around and sat in an old broken down 75' Chevy Nova. It was just like the car I had. But mine was painted like the "General Lee" This one was a dark green with yellow stripes. I looked around at the trash shoved into the back seat. I found a news paper and quickly grabbed at it. I looked at in and just like I expected it was old. It was about a month old or so and its main headline was "Military overseas" I threw it back and got out of the car. I sat on the hood and looked at the ground. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my iPod and listened to Velvet Revolver. I don't remeber where I found it but I did I found a can of beer, a FULL can. I picked it up and drank it with glee. Then tilted me head up to the sky... The sky was so clear. I could see all the stars. Even found my old budy Orion. And just like every one says "When you look at the stars you feet so insignificant" And I did. Now, in theese times, if you die, no one remebers you. You just go away and it doesn't even matter. But what should I care. I complaining here like some kinda f*cked up emo. I finished my beer and headed back to the club. I saw Kei sleeping over in the rear corner of the room so I went over to where he was and slept about a foot away from him.


I wonder about...

... my mom and family

[You probably can't touch this.]

Nov. 8

I can't write a long entry. Today has been an extremely long day. For some retarded reason, I decided to head to the mall that was near the old Maria Hospital without consulting my map. Apparently my memory wasn't as clear as I thought when I ran into 20+ zombies and a load of barricade-less buildings. Without the mall in sight, I made a 360 and noticed that I was facing the same direction. Realizing my mistake, I made a 180 and ran for the Club. Failing to reach the Allerston, I held up in the Bowers Boulevard School in Grigg Heights. With seven zombies dragging themselves outside The Watherson Hotel (and probably more inside) which is right next to the school, I'll need to leave pretty soon.

I'll probably try reaching the mall again sometime... but with more preparation.