oath2order
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I decided to create a new Urban Dead character and start writing a story to go along with my character.
You were among the last to be evacuated from the city. Following the government broadcasts to the letter, you sat through the first week of quarantine at home, your doors and windows locked and sealed with duct tape. You were eventually collected by a military troop transport, along with your neighbours.
But you didn't make it out of the city - the truck met gunfire in Old Arkham, and became trapped in the wreckage of the roads; your military escorts rushed you to the safety of a nearby building, but they haven't come back, and the gunfire died down a while ago. With only your phone and the hockey stick that you grabbed when you left your house, you prepare to take a look outside. Copied and pasted from the signup.
Jan. 30, 2014
I found this journal in one of the rooms of Pridmore Way School. Go figure. The only place I could run after we got attacked was a school. I don't know where everybody else went, but I'm stuck here. I guess I'm glad I have my phone. If my father ever finds me, he'll kill me for stealing his hockey stick. Not like it matters anyways. He's probably dead or wandering the city.
I dunno what I'm gonna do. I keep hearing groans coming from the street from the zombies that're outside. There's a hospital nearby. I'm going to run for that.
Okay I did it. I'm hiding in McKay Lane Police Department with a rabbi of all people. I don't know if there's a joke there or not but I managed to get away from the hospital with a few first aid kits. Should keep me safe.
You were among the last to be evacuated from the city. Following the government broadcasts to the letter, you sat through the first week of quarantine at home, your doors and windows locked and sealed with duct tape. You were eventually collected by a military troop transport, along with your neighbours.
But you didn't make it out of the city - the truck met gunfire in Old Arkham, and became trapped in the wreckage of the roads; your military escorts rushed you to the safety of a nearby building, but they haven't come back, and the gunfire died down a while ago. With only your phone and the hockey stick that you grabbed when you left your house, you prepare to take a look outside. Copied and pasted from the signup.
Jan. 30, 2014
I found this journal in one of the rooms of Pridmore Way School. Go figure. The only place I could run after we got attacked was a school. I don't know where everybody else went, but I'm stuck here. I guess I'm glad I have my phone. If my father ever finds me, he'll kill me for stealing his hockey stick. Not like it matters anyways. He's probably dead or wandering the city.
I dunno what I'm gonna do. I keep hearing groans coming from the street from the zombies that're outside. There's a hospital nearby. I'm going to run for that.
Okay I did it. I'm hiding in McKay Lane Police Department with a rabbi of all people. I don't know if there's a joke there or not but I managed to get away from the hospital with a few first aid kits. Should keep me safe.
