Urban Journals

[Muramasa]

November 22

Our band of misfits are having a ball nowadays. We've been seeing lights in the distance. That means that the power is back up in some places. At the night, one can see the lights of the hospital west of this little club. As conspicous as it is, it's almost like a becon of hope in this darkness.

There has also been news of the phone network being brought back to Malton. I figured the cell phone I have in my poc' maybe of use now. I tried using it, but I couldn't get any reception. I suppose it's only up in certain areas.

What have we been doing all this time? Nothing incredible significant. All has been quiet around this tiny club. George and Victor are still here, doing their usual. They've been lacking things to kill though.

In fact, I've been rather worried about Victor. It all started as righteous devotion to free this town of a scourge. I'm afraid it may have become something much more sinsister and inherently darker. I suppose it's ironic that I do carry Hearts of Darkness around with me. Perhaps, in Victor's quest to return the light, he has only uncovered more darkness in his own heart. And he's embraced it like one embraces their lover. He seems more intent on the killing of the zombies than the removal of them. There doesn't seem to be any more desire to get rid of the zombies, but some primevil desire to destroy, to kill. I can't quite explain it, one can see it in the way he holds his axe, the way he describes every minute entrail that he removed from a stiff, from the look on his eyes when he talks about it. Times have been tough. But, it has almost seem to have become an obsession. And with the events a few nights ago, I've begun to wonder about him. Can I call this man my friend anymore?

In contrast, it seems to have become a mechanical process to George. Different from Victor's euphoria, George seems to do it because there's nothing else to do. He doesn't bother to read any of the books lying around, nor does he talk very often, to neither me, nor to the rest of the group, nor any of the refugees that we get. He will once in a while sit with Victor to describe the daily killings, but it has, more or less, become on of Victor's activities. George seems more content to listen in on it than describe. At this point, it has engulfed his life and has become apart of his identity simply because he has nothing else to identify with. He's lost everything, I assume. What else is there to work for?

I've tried to talk to DJ. She never really wants to talk to me though. I tried to bring up the discussion of religion. Or maybe she did. I can't remember much of what happened during that conversation.

Alice has sparked a new memory. We were discussing the virus, speculating where it would have come from. My head started to hurt during the discussion. But, I managed to get one image. An image of a woman, her face covered in blood, who was grasping for something. He eyes were white, and had no irises. Her skin was inhumanly pale. It was a grotesque image that flashed in my head for that brief moment. I feel like I knew her. Alice noticed my sudden lack attention and asked me if I was alright. I told her I was fine and we continued on speculating the nature of the virus.

We hypothesized that, perhaps this particular virus was actually a mutation of a bacteria that come from a meteorite that had landed near Malton several months ago. We jested about the fact that maybe some NecroTech employees found some anchient bacteria in it much like the ones that were found on Mars, and it somehow was still alive and mutated. It was all for fun I suppose. Now that I look over this entry though, I realize how morbid the actual conversation was. The fact that we found enjoyment in fabricating origins of the virus. I suppose 4 months of this stuff does that to you.

I haven't seen Loki in a while. He disappeared without leaving a notice. Maybe he decided that he needed to do more than just sit around.

Kei also left without a trace. He was here for a bit then just went off on his own. I hope they are alright.

Now that I think about it, the image I remember almost reminds me of the gal who gave me this crucifix...

[DJ Coulz]

Nov/22- Day 30
8:19 PM

Well its been a hell of a month sence I "woke up".

Well Today was a pretty busy day, other than the fact 3 zombies kept knocking down our barrior and making a racket.

I remeber the guy known as Sigmund, The guy who I could never rember his name. But yeah, he sat down and talked to me for a while. I think I wasn't being the nicest person, like usual, I think he thought I didn't care to talk to him. But talking to some one did make me feel better. We ended up on the subject of religion, I think it was because we both had picked up some crusafixes. I think he spotted mine hanging from my chain. I don't know we didn't talk for long.

Alot of people noticed the graffiti I tagged on the wall. I'm surprised no one saw me do it. I was almost proud. I wrote "Are you sleeping with your new found faith" a quote from my favorite bad Pink Floyd. I though it fit with the times we were all going through.

I'll write more later when I have insperation.

[soupsaladnbread]

[glow=purple,2,300]Nov 22-Day 1[/glow]
I woke up and remembered nothing of my life. Not my childhood, nor my name. I looked around and saw no one. I looked over to my left and saw a large sign saying “You are in Millin Hills.” I got up and looked to the horizon, and to my horror I saw hundreds of zombies. I ran away as fast as I could not knowing where too go or who too see. The zombies tended to travel in packs. They worked together to stalk prey. I could see their hunger in their eye sockets, their desire to tear me limb from limb. This jumpstarted my fear so I ran faster. They chased after me, ready to eat a fresh body and add to their army of death. In the horizon I could see flatland, no zombies… or humans. The zombies eventually gave up, but I still ran, afraid if I stopped that I would be ripped apart. I don’t know how far or how long I ran. When I stopped to catch my breath I saw the words “Brock was here,” spray painted on a wall, so I grabbed an old newspaper of the ground and a pen and wrote down the name and decided to use it as my own. I ran down rigged streets and between broken down buildings, passing by zombies and humans fighting. Then I came upon a building that was heavily barricaded so I entered at my own risk hoping… that I wouldn’t be eaten alive. Then I collapsed from exhaustion then passed out…

[Dex]

I've returned to Havercroft.

It's a constant war between humans and zombies, especially at the Ackland Mall. The humans gather here because there's tons and tons of supplies. The zombies gather here because they know the humans do. It makes me wonder...why overstock a mall with so much supplies that a person would need to survive? There's more ammo here than a police station...more first-aid kits than the hospitals; they're easier to find too! And why in a mall of all places? Someone knew this was going to happen and they wanted to prepare the civies for combat and survival tactics. I'm wondering if this is some sort of grand experiment on biological weaponry, or a twisted basic training lesson.

I've already been killed two times since my return at Havercroft. Some of those zombies closely resemble living humans. After being taken by this surprise attack, I needed to get some documentary for Dr. Frankenstein back at the club. He's into studying this scary kind of shit, and I wouldn't put it past him to figure something practical out of it. I figured since the power was back on in the city, the security cameras would be functioning. Upon entering the security booth, I found that the video feeds were non-operational, but I managed to get the audio of the incident.

• Ben Franklin said "Anrnrh harh hra rrngrh?" (11-24 15:28 GMT)
• Ben Franklin said "Raarh mah!" (11-24 15:28 GMT)
• Ben Franklin said "Hambargarh?" (11-24 15:29 GMT)
• Ben Franklin said "Bananarama." (11-24 15:29 GMT)
• Ben Franklin said "Rgh." (11-24 15:29 GMT)
• Ben Franklin said "Rh an rh rrh." (11-24 15:30 GMT)
• Ben Franklin said ".-....-.....-. --." (11-24 15:31 GMT)
• Ben Franklin said "...---..." (11-24 15:32 GMT)
• Ben Franklin said "Ah am hra man!" (11-24 15:33 GMT)
• Ben Franklin said "Ah grn hranna gah." (11-24 15:34 GMT)
• Ben Franklin said "Rahahrh mah." (11-24 15:34 GMT)

After this person started talking in tongues, hordes of zombies broke though the barriers and took out alot of people including me. I'm going to spend a few more days here in the mall, and try to get as much ammo as I can carry before heading back to Grigg Heights.
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It seems some of the survivors discovered a mobile phone antennae on top of the mall, but a local engineer mentioned that it needs a portable generator to start working...electronics aren't my expertise, but I'll help get communication set up as much as I can.

[Captain Galaxy]

Hector Castle
Nov. 25
GRRRRR

There's nothing to do around here. I had a close call at the museum. Came in there, guns blazing, took down two zombies. And then, I ran out of ammo. Thankfully, the guys I was helping out had some sense to pick up their weapons and fire at the last one. Thanksgiving wasn't so good, the zombies had more eats than we had turkey, then again, there aren't any live animals around. And by that I don't mean the dead ones. The came back to Crigg Heights, the suburb for wussies who don't wanna go fight zombies. I searched at the police station for supplies and ammunition, yet for some reason, I was compelled to take only one pistol clip every time I found large amounts of them in drawers or gun racks. There's something about this city that limits your mind, your ability to think. My G-string broke.

I tire of this place. This City of the Dead. It encumbers my emotions with burdens of disgust and horror. Who knew the world would come to this? I would've preferred an alien invasion, that way, germs would've been on our side instead of aiding those human munching drones. Is it even a disease? I think not, something worse is at work around here, their eyes do not tell tales of illness or disease. They seem to be the windows of an inferno, spreading like fire all over this city. What is going on in the rest of the world? Is this the new Sodom, and if so, where is Gammorah? We can not see anything past the walls. If the world has fallen, this city has naught but to become a fortress. We must slay all the dead and throw their carcases over the walls. And then, then, we burn them. I've sworn to kill. Every. LAST. ONE.

[You probably can't touch this.]

vampyreheathen said:

My G-string broke.

ah ha ha ha ha

[Captain Galaxy]

heh, glad someone got it...

[DJ Coulz]

Nov/27- Day 35
12:46 AM

This morning I went out side for a fag sence I had remebered the pack in my back pocket. I looked around and found that no zombies were in eyes shot distance. So I finally got some relief.

I sat against the front wall of the club. I also stuck my head phones on and turned on "Happy Jack" by The Who. I took out a fag and my lighter. I took a deep breath as the tip of the cig burned. Like usual your first cig is the worst. But then my lungs accepted the warming feeling of the smoke.

I rotated the box in my hands again and agian then opened it up and couned how many I had left. I had 8 Marlboro lights left. Man I would kill for a carton more in theese times.

I'll try to make theese last but I did smoke three.

When I went back inside I remeber Alice talking to me. She told me how bad smoking was for me though I knew. After the pestering of that we ended up talking about Necro tech or sumthing like that. I ended up zoning out in the conversation so I don't remeber much. She was telling me sumthing about how we can make a antidote for the undead so they would go back to normal. This was an unsure theroy but is what they were reaserching. I think its all stupid. who needs a job in times like theese. Not like money will get you anything.

[Captain Galaxy]

Hector Castle
Afterlife Rocker
December 9

Something strange happened. I went to sleep and when I awoke, the whole world seemed different. I had many different wounds inflicted upon me. Apparently, I was one of them for a while. The cowards surrounded me, each one of them craving my flesh, gathering around me like Santa Claus at a mall in christmas time. Living as one of them is quite the experience. The world is newly revealed in the twilight between the living and the dead. Only my body was living; I was a soul trapped inside. It felt like a distant and lonely eternity, one which I was destined to doomed to go through feeding on the flesh of the living.

Luckily, a friend of mine found me. God knows how, but I thank him. It seems like he's watching out for me. Upon being released from my prison I fell into a deep sleep, as if life itself was slowly beginning to embrace me once more. It was as if I was being born again. He was gone when I awoke, the zombies were still around. I ran like hell. I came back to the blaxwall police department and alerted the men there. It seemed as if they were getting ready to head out but I don't know for sure, I went into the back rooms and began looking for more supplies. If the men weren't gonna do anything, I was gonna do anything to get back at the bastards myself. Everyone of them.
It was when I found a pistol clip that I began to feel the effects of a bite I hadn't noticed. I suddenly realized I was infected and slowly becoming one of them! The very veins in my face began to show through my skin like the silhouttes of black vines through glazed glass. In panic I fled the station, forgetting the pistol clip, and ran for the Club. My body began to feel, my leg began to limp. I only made it to the hospital, a few blocks short of the club, and went in there instead. Upon entering, everyone quickly shied away, daring not to look at me. I asked to be healed but no one paid any heed to my distress. I disregarded them and went straight for the supply room, looking for first-aid kits. I opened drawer after drawer, searched shelf after shelf and found nothing. Toilet paper here, Windex over there. Searched through the cabinets. Nothing. I began to feel as if my brain was being submersed into a vat of black oil. My visions blurred. My shaking hand became spiders that frantically searched for the cure. I lost complete control and stumbled, but not before blindly pulling down something and falling face down on the ground. I quickly rolled over and tried to focus on what I held in my hand. A first-aid kit! I quickly took out a syringe and injected the liquid into my arm. Halfway through I passed into unconsciousness, never knowing if what I put into me was enough...

[Muramasa]

Anybody want to write conclusions?

[The Dankness]

February 20- Day 175

I awoke today as if from a long dream. I know many days have passed since the fateful day when I first took the life of a fellow human being, but I don't really remember anything since then.

I awoke to find my companions gone. I was alone. Gripping the blood-encrusted axe in my hand, I opened the front door and was nearly blinded by the sunlight that poured into the place. I felt like a newborn baby, emerging from the womb into a new and unknown world. Good lord, it was bright.

As I stood, waiting for my eyes to get accustomed to the daylight, I looked around at the new and unknown world around me. It was the same city I've lived in most of my life. The city I've been fighting for for the past 7 months... And yet it looked so much different. The streets I used to run and play in as a child were now littered with corpses, human and inhuman alike.

I stood there for what may have been ten minutes, with nothing but silence in the air. It was when this silence seemed to reach it's crescendo; that's when I heard it. It was a noise that I recognised immediately as the sound of jet engines... But it sounded different this time. It sounded like the legions if the living, riding into their final battle with the armies of hell. It sounded like a thousand men and women, raising their voices in song. It sounded like God.

And that's when it hit me.

This short war had finally reached it's bittersweet climax. It had been decided which sacrifice had to be made, and that sacrifice was us. We were like the scar upon the earth that had only to be disinfected and eliminated. We were the demon, that was soon to be exorcized from humankind. I felt no sadness, however, at the impending death I now faced. In my opinion, I had died the moment this war started. In fact, I think we all did.

As the jets flew overhead, I dropped my bloodied axe to the ground and raised my hands to the sky. In the split second before it happened, only one word crossed my mind, like an unheard message to the rest of the world:

LIVE

And with that, the holy cleansing flame created by mankind burned the abomination of Malton City from the face of the earth.

Good night, sleep well.

[You probably can't touch this.]

Months don't matter any more. Tall tales that repeat on an endless hum of raining leaves of shining yule.

Days are a lie. There is only night and sunlight.

It has finally hit me. El fin. I'm incapable of describing the landscape. It's not the loss of hope... hope was run out of town on a rail a long time ago. I can barely remember that now. This is something different, much more empty and metallic. In the most logical (ha) terms that I can muster, my definition of surreal has changed. If you asked when I was just a rent paying shmuck, I would have told you that surreal was the confusion of abnomality that pops its three-headed self into my reality. Only now do I realize that the truth is the exact counter. My life has been a Max Ernst exibit and only now am I moving onto a Gustave Courbet.

In a few mintues, I will walk out into UV particle shower and melt into the decaying flesh appliances. The herd will congregate to accept this late inductee. It will be a silly sight.

[Blighton]

Feb 20

So much has happen since I wrote my last entry. The police station that I had stayed at was over ruined and I was forced to go and wander. later after that I ran into a building called necrotech. I spent the next month learning about the virus that was infecting our beloved town. The virus cause the zombies to regenerate which explains how even though you kill them chances is that you will run into it again. The only cure is to use a Revivification syringe to bring them to the world of the living.

It was about late December that I heard about Caiger Mall. it seems that the zombies where piloting to destroy all the malls in Malton which where key points for fresh ammunition and supply's. all malls had fallen except for Caiger which was being defended for months now. I knew if I would help out more questions would be answered. it took two days to get there and I can tell you it's a lot harder when trying to avoid zombies. when I got there it was unbelievable there where hundreds of zombies surrounding the mall and humans shooting from the top of the building and ones running into the battle field killing zombies. I ran through the hoards swinging a Axe and pumping any zombies that grabbed me with a shot gun. I manged to get in with only a few scratches. normally this would be something to worry about but to my surprise there where people ready and willing to heal me.

I spent a month in that mall and gained so much experience and information about what is going on. What I found out was that the government didn't give a dam about Malton. all they cared about was containing a problem and once that had happen they just let it be.The worst part is that no matter how hard we try there is never going to be a end to this game. I have died and become one of them several time to only be revived later on and I can tell you that you know what your doing after you have been a zombie for a long time and the common mentality in the zombie hordes is if we have to suffer then everyone will.

As time passed I grew tired of the mall and word came In a text message that Club Allerston had fallen. I need to return to see if anyone was left and I spent the last few days making syringes to help revived my fallen friends. I made it back to my horror the door was wide open and it was empty. There was nothing left to do but barricade and pass the time, maybe find a wife but one things for sure is we are all infected and we are never going to die. some would call it a blessing but it's nothing but a curse that may never end.

[Dex]

February 20

I had given up hope of a rescue so many days ago, but last night an order came in over the command frequency. They wanted the officers (military) to report to an extraction point for pick-up. They decided Malton was a lost cause, a festering appendage that needed to be removed. I knew they were dropping napalm; reports from the field to hq stated how effective it was to burn the bodies. I was reluctant to go without warning my friends back at the club, but HQ made it clear that it was classified information. We weren't allowed to disclose the location to anyone less than a Captain, lucky me.
I showed up at the Landing Zone at the specified time. There were a handful of officers, much less than we sent in, but that was expected. A stealth helicopter flew in noiselessly, verified our rank and flew us out of the city. It was an interesting helicopter, I noted that it had airtight seals on the doors. It didn't hit me what was going on until everyone in the compartment started passing out; I felt drowsy myself. This wasn't an evacuation, this was a collection. We were going to be specimens in some underground lab in the middle of nowhere. They might even have collected some zombies at some other time. All I knew was that my horrors wouldn't be over as I thought they'd be. It made me regret not being burned to cinders...lucky me…lucky me.