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Post by Earl Z. Madness on Oct 14, 2008 0:39:32 GMT -5
Day 1 - Start off on a good foot.
I got turned into a zombie today. Technically it was last night I suppose, but when your sleeping and wake up with some serious membrane muchies, time becomes kind of irrelavent.
I got myself straight to a Revive Point, just like they said in school. I guess all that training they gave us meant something. 'Course, they could have mentioned somewhere in that days of "Needle Goes Where?" to point out that not all RP's would still be maintained. Especially ones in not in Green zones.
Spent the better part of the day lurching (Trust me, I'd walk if I could) around cemeteries till I got to one "operated" by the Descript Survivors in the far bottom corner of Shore Hills. When I tried to check in with their medic group, all was found was one empty needle cartidge (I tried using it anyway).
Hiking it to a cemetary run by the Black Berets, they offered a revive albeit behind a long list.
So, today was lackluster, but hey, they tomorrow's better, eh?
Heal Tally: Myself, 3 times, not full health. Faks: Low, need refills on FAKs/ Guns: Good.
Stay Sharp Malton
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Post by Earl Z. Madness on Oct 14, 2008 18:32:33 GMT -5
Log 2 - If At First You Don't Suceed...
I almost got turned into a zombie again. Sleeping in a club a few blocks from the Revive Point I felt would be safe enough, but two zombies from the RP (Though I can't be sure, it makes me feel better to have someone concrete to blame) tagged my ass a good few times in the ass before I hoofed between disco lights.
Ass started to get alittle gangreene from the munching, so I ended up using last FAK on self.
I tried to enter Kippins Row Fire Station for some possible needles and even a FAK or two, but boards blocked every entrance. A couple more zombies (we'll say it's the same two and call a bounty on their asses later) jumped me while I was preoccupied with breaking and entering and bit me in the ass again. Gonna be sore tomorrow, didn't even buy me dinner, the cads.
Infection set in from their bites and I started feeling pretty woozy. Not the liquor kind of woozy either were you start thinking that twenty zombies vs you and your bony fist ain't such a big deal. Not that kind of wozy.
I was able to stumble further into Brooksville and find Matthias General Hospital, where a window had been cracked open. I was able to get inside and hearing some human voices, called out I was infected before falling asleep. Hopefully they'll have a doctor with'em.
On related reasons, Frunt Solo can have his eyes gouged out the next time he wants to declare a suburb "safe".
Heal tally: Myself, 1 time. FAKs: Zero, need to replenish/Guns: More than needed, good.
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Post by Earl Z. Madness on Oct 15, 2008 19:31:10 GMT -5
Day 3 - A Rose by Any Other
Well, for once there wasn't a zombie cuddling my ass like an all-you-can-eat-buffet which left me feeling oddly lonely. There's an issue I can rant about over booze to jot down.
Anywhooo, the rowdy bunch down in Matthias Hospital, I guess rather set in staying for a prolonged time were able to spare a few FAKs and (when they weren't passed out smashed) quite a few more FAKs. I'm more than set to head back into Yellow and Orange-classed suburbs, try healing someone other than myself for a change.
This'll be short, since having found a butt-load of FAKs, not much went down, which is good, seeing as the last few days had action being titled "Bite-ass-watch-run".
Heal Tally: Zilch FAKs: 10/Guns: More than needed, gonna drop a few.
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Post by Earl Z. Madness on Oct 26, 2008 22:23:06 GMT -5
My...absence cannot not be laid to reat via any professional terms. My...mind cannot always be where we are, this plane or even the times restrained within earthly bonds. I digress, it at times will become many more than one and divulge itself to places without request. I bid it will not happen again.
In more pyhiscal news, my FAKS are much more. I've made it to Matthias Hospital and from it has salvaged for many days and many nights and was rewarded with a boon of medical supplies. It has been easy to work with the hounds of hell banging on the doors. The large group of survivors here has allowed us to keep them at bay and though contradictory reports trickle in, the zds for the most part are calm and gone.
I am going to make a trail deeper into zombie territory soon, as soon as I figure out how to jump the fences erected to keep many out of the higher-threat zones.
Inventory: FAKs: 24, damn good. Guns: good. Heals: 0
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Post by Earl Z. Madness on Oct 5, 2009 0:30:55 GMT -5
I'm back!
I'm a zombie again, but being back is still good enough that have a limp and a lisp isn't quite so bad at the moment. I'm sure I'll hate it tomorrow...when the booze runs dry from my cracked and patchy veins.
Where've I've been? Good question. The hospital I found myself in had me tagged as catatonic, so I guess whatever happened happened hard and fast and left me dreaming for a good time. Didn't mind the rest, mind being a zombie, but whadda gonna do, eh?
I heard about Ron...what can one say? He was classy. I plan to go see him, at Ackland Mall someday. When I can make it out there in one piece.
Right now I waiting my zed ass off in some cemetery in Wray Fields waiting for a revive. Here's hoping for one soon, these zeds are eyin' me.
Heals today: 0 Faks: Same Guns: Same
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Post by Earl Z. Madness on Nov 4, 2009 11:25:12 GMT -5
Was rv'd finally sometime last week. I wasn't there when it happened, so the day's kinda fuzzy. Spent the next few days rummaging for FAK's near Tollyton and stretching the fresh limbs. Learned abit about shooting from some nuttys with guns ina hospital, which was nice a'dem. Tried kicking into Gulson with my skills in tow and do some deep-enemy healing but got pushed back by a few zombies that happened to pick my temporary HQ of some high-rise to the Gollop buildingwith an infection, good thing I keep an average of 12 FAK's with me now.
Tried contacting Command before on a radio in a mast station in Gulsonside, but no luck. Wasn't tried in use anyway plus the whole setup was honky anyway. Need to contact them at some point though, let them know of survivors and the now obvious fabrication of a cure. There's something about using makeshift band-aids to fix bitewounds that makes me pine for the old days of gunshot wounds.
FAKs = good/Guns = Good/Heals = low
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Post by Earl Z. Madness on Nov 13, 2009 1:32:28 GMT -5
One of the best weeks I've spent here really; wasn't zombified. didn't spend days waiting for a RV at some cemetery (I find them rather unsettling personally) but did manage to find a shitload of supplies, craft a bitchton of FAKs and healed a decent amount of folk.
I've joined up, temporarily, with a survivor group that was founded by a local news group with a infamous leader. That was the Burgundy I hinted at in my earlier posts. Despite his death sometime ago, the group supposedly still goes strong though I haven't seen many a member out and about, I come across one every now and again. I figure communication is going to be critical and I check in at every working radio to see if anything new has popped up.
I'm down in Paynerton right now, at the Isidore Hospital restocking on my medical supplies. Haven't been able to try and contact Command this week, been busy, will try when I can.
Faks=good/Guns=good/Heals=good
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