User:Tormund Hishinuma /Torry's Journal
Entry 1 - Escape
- message was written in a hurry*
This cant be happening! Were all being evacuated asap because a whole horde of zombies are attacking Malton! Im collecting things that matter to me, like my cell phone. Better grab my lucky pool cue, or things could get ugly. I'll brin- *message ends here*
December 31, 2008
Now I have time for a proper entry... I've sat in this bank for over five hours now. Things have gotten really quiet outside, and to be honest, I'm a little scared... My cell phone got dropped on the way here, so all my contacts are gone. And they were probably already dead in the first place, too... Why did I ever move here to England? Oh yeah, Zack. Duh. Anyways, I hope he got out alive. Okay... I'm going to risk it out here. *end of log*
January 14, 2009
Ugh... what happened to me? I woke up in the middle of a graveyard... I felt sick, and my skin was cold and clammy... I crawled to a nearby warehouse, feeling like I could have died any minute... And I'm laying near a generator, almost empty, writing what may be my last consious thought... Forgive me, Zack... I couldn't make it...
January 15, 2009
...I woke up this morning, feeling better than I did earlier. Someone was kind enough to patch up all of my wounds, and I don't feel so sick anymore. I picked up a knife from a local building, I forget the name of it. Lucky, too. I made my way through town, and ended up here, at Club Simpson. I must be a lucky son of a *word is smeared, impossible to read* to have made it here, too...
January 16, 2009
It's still safe here, and I dare not venture outside, until I'm sure I'll survive. Keep it right here, Torry...
January 18, 2009
Every person dreams of spending a night in the mall. I guess I should have known that game, Dead Rising, was going to come real one day... I decided to spend the night in Blesley Mall, figuring I'd leave the day after. Well, I tried, but the doors were barricaded, so I had no choice but to stay. I found some guns in the gun store, and a generator in the hardware store. When I woke up this morning, I found that there was an estimate of fifteen zombies in the northwest side of the mall. I hate myself... I ran. I left everyone in the mall to become zombie fodder, just to save my own neck... I'm despicable. I'm hiding in a fire station now, cowering in the corner... I hope no one saw me enter. I don't want anyone to know my shame... my humiliation... I failed to protect the mall... Goodbye, Blesley...
January 19, 2009
I no longer stay in one place for more than a day. It's way too risky. Sitting here, in Lumber mall... I just don't feel right. I guess it's the whole issue with Blesley that makes me feel uncomfortable sitting here. Writing this journal. I might have to go have a look in the gun store later... find myself a boomstick, to lob off some zed heads. After all... There's no way we're going to make it through this. But I'm not going down without a fight... The clock is counting down, the seconds tick away.
