A Most Productive Day

I've been hiding out in Pitneybank for the last few days. Yesterday I began my task.

I'd been summoned here by a "friend" to do some dirty work. She was unfortunately called to a meeting in Gibsonton and asked me to take care of a few things while she was away.

The mission is indeed a dirty one. Many of the victims will have no idea from whence the bullets came from nor why they were targeted. Many will claim victim status. As Chrisman did yesterday.



I'll admit, the evidence against Chris was tenuous and I wouldn't blame him if he decided to hunt me down. But, a job is a job and I wasn't recruited to host tea parties. Not on the job anyhow. It was a shame I couldn't spare the time to chat to him a little before he died.

Clarance Craddock, on the other hand, absolutely had it coming to him. My friend believes he has a crush on her. The problem with that is he harassed her. I don't care if it is the end of the world, if a woman says no, you'd better keep your dirty trenchy mits to yourself, mister.



So I enjoyed that part of it at least. The job is only partly done and I may need to travel further afar than first expected. In any case, this was a most productive day and I'm grateful for the tasks to keep my mind active.

Off topic, there is a zombie horde here in pitneybank at the moment who have been sieging with the survivors of Giddings Mall. They call themselves "The Big Bash." Almost everyone in Malton has felt the claws of the bash. Pitneybank has been no exception. But Giddings Mall has been under siege for over a month now and it looked like the horde was ready to move on. A sudden rush of strength though overpowered the south east corner of Giddings, and the zombies came flooding in. Over a hundred are currently slaughtering humans inside. I'm looking forward to a little sight seeing and shopping there tomorrow. I still need some new shoes. Always need new shoes. My friend did however buy me these brilliant doc martens as payment for services rendered:



I think I need a red pair and a white pair next.

Friends And A Movie

I knew there was a reason I stuck around in Tollyton. Exploring the area I ran across an old friend from before I got dropped here in Malton.

Tor'kak, unfortunately went a little round the bend and was commited before the outbreak of zombies to Stanbury Mental Institute. Unfortunately, the outbreak caused him to miss treatment and as a result he's become overly paranoid. When I found him, he was mumbling something about brain rot and killing people that revive zombies.

His delusions began to irk me. Sucked all the fun right out of the multiplex.



Unfortunately, I had to put him out of his misery.


Ah well. At least it was fun reminiscing. But I don't think I'll be looking him up again any time soon. That is of course, unless he wants another headshot.

What the World Needs Now Is Love

Ahh what a night! Yesterday I had a lucid dream. But first, we should do a little catching up. I made it to Roftwood safe and sound. Found a nice little niche and even stalked some prey in the two hospitals there. Alas, the prey got away from me in St Ethelbert's Hospital as it was and probably still is under siege by a massive horde by the name of Ridleybank Resistance Front. This was quite exciting to watch. I even offered some help for the zombies at one point. They got a little fresh with me while I was trying to axe the barricades. So I went back inside.

Nothing happened for a day or so. I was starting to get kind of bored. Then I heard about some action happening at Hildebrand Mall. I had previously only passed through the mall some days back and decided it sounded like fun. So I hopped over and low and behold there were zombies inside! One of them tried to get me to join him at the food court. I escaped with another survivor by the name of Mike LeGrande, to the Wrench Hotel. Seconds later a zombie crashed through the barricades and swiped at me taking me to near death. I struggled through the pub's doors and fortunately there was a hospital next door to rest in.

Fortunately, I hadn't become infected which allowed me the strength to search for first aid kits. Mike then joined me in the hospital. I healed myself a couple times, then healed him a couple times and exhausted I collapsed on a couch in the waiting room. Some kind soul restored my health over night. If he or she is reading this, thank you.

But during my delirious state, I had a rather lucid dream. A serpent by the name of Duke D'oeuvre slithered out of a tree and stood before me as a man. He was dressed immaculately in a tri-quarter hat, a fine but tattered red coat with gold trimmings. Strangely, in spite of his title, he appeared to be a pirate. He whispered in my ear of things that caused me to become overwhelmed with desire. I would have swooned if I were not already taken with delirium. He offered me knowledge, power over others and scones. Graciously I accepted the scones, and sunk my teeth deep into the doughy and jam smeared bread. When I awoke I was compelled to move out of Roftwood. Strangely enough I headed north when I should have headed south. It mattered not. I found a fellow by the name of Jay Kindle sitting in the the Truell Museum. The mural was so lovely that he hardly noticed me. But I had the strangest feeling that I'd seen him before. It was only later on when I saw him again in Tollyton that I felt compelled to speak to him. I inivted him to call me so as we could have a nice drink together.

After a short nap in Tollyton I awoke with a clear head. A memory of the serpent whispering "Red Rum." I now feel compelled to seek this cryptic liquid out and discover where I've tasted it before. I'll be staying in Tollyton for a day or so before I move on. Something about this suburb seems to be rather enticing.

Prison Bitch, my little Prison Snitch

Well I've been in Roftwood some 4 days now. On my way here I haphazardly stumbled upon a snitch by the name of Lukinswood in Ridleybank. And we all know what happens to snitches...they get SHANKED!



He didn't put up much of a fight. But it was fun none the less.



Welcome to Malton, Lukinswood. T'was his first day afterall.

Unfortunately, I missed the opportunity to run screaming through Ridleybank as the RRF were out of town. Perhaps when I'm done cleaning demons in Roftwood I'll get a chance.

Speaking of Roftwood, I did pop into the Quarterly Library. I was rather disappointed again when I found it was mostly drunken librarians stumbling around the place playing out dull soap opera stereotypes. I am told it's quite an interesting place to pick up a little zombie speech. There was one zombie there who was going on about Bang Banging and MANZRAHBMANZ or something. He seemed to have a little crush on me because he kept on trying to hug me. I may pop back in there to find out what he was on about later. I'll see how things pan out here. I rather like Roftwood.

Time heals all wounds, not as quickly as a 9mm

Today.  Well.   I've been a zombie for quite some time.  People were shooting at me a lot.  Finally found a revive point at the suggestion of one rather helpful individual whom shall remain innocent and nameless, and I got shot.  Killed by this scumbag cop.


I've had enough of it. I killed him. Not before waiting 4 whole days. Lulling him and the others into a false sense of security. Of course, I can only imagine their faces when they saw it. I was too busy watching myself in the mirror.


Damn do I look sexy when I'm mad.

Cleared him out so he wouldn't trouble the good people of Lavington Crescent Police Department in death.

Hmm...I need new shoes. I wonder what Roftwood is like for shopping.