Guarez
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Pokin' Zeds
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Post by Guarez on Jan 31, 2010 8:32:51 GMT
You are rummaging through a mound of items which were, for whatever reason, left by other survivors. You stumble upon a stained and rumpled, brown, paper parcel of paper tied neatly with a thin rope. After some time fumbling with the packaging, you find a thin stack of papers. The first page reads:
Exodus 30th of January, 2010 Stanbury Village
It's been about 9 months since I decided to leave the refuge of my safe house. I've spent most of days either huddled next to Luna for warmth or the dangerous task of studying biomedical engineering at the Moseley Building, so on my free time I've started a journal. The cold is still stubbornly present but the weather is slightly less shitty than was last month, and I'm just dying for the first thaws of Spring to come. Even the blazing Summer sunbeams sound better than freezing to death, although the heat does not help this city's circumstantial zombie-stench problem. But I guess I shouldn't dwell on the negative or I'll wind up depressed in a zombie apocalypse. On a lighter note, I managed to lure a brain rotted zed into that old NT building down the block, subdue it and use NecroNet to repair the nasty cortex damage. A feat for me, I'm learning more now than I ever did at the academy.
Dr. Jan Hatchet of the Dulston Citizen Uprising.
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