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.
