Dear Diary
I needed some more provisions so I decided to venture out of town today. I have gone North as I seem to remember passing a chalet complex up that way sometime before the fall. And while its not quite as luxurious as I remembered it, there are still some chalets with their windows intact and the well seems to be clean and full.
I have bedded down here for the night but will keep exploring tomorrow.
I have pulled a dresser in front of the door, maybe I'll even get some sleep.
-O'Shea
Monday 19 October 2015
Monday 12 October 2015
The magic of Morphine
Dear Diary
Two weeks I've been hiding.
Two weeks of sitting around skulking in the shadows and only heading out to try and grab some morsel to eat or catch rain water to calm my thirst.
But today that all changed.
I managed to limp a little further today and realised I had made it to the hospital. I scuffed round the discarded medical scrubs looking for something to rid me of the pain and lo and behold I found something I had gone beyond hope of finding.... MORPHINE!!
And for the first time in a long time I felt that all was not lost. The pain was much better and now what I needed to do was get some 'proper' food down me. The weather wasn't with me and I had to duck from building to building between showers but I stumbled upon a glorious stash of tins - tactical bacon, baked beans and some sweet, sweet peaches.
As I ate, I decided to look through my bags to see if I could cram any more tins in, but what I saw was testimony to my paranoia over bumping into any more hostiles... my bag was full of weapons with no ammo or ammo without the right sort of weapon. I decided to unload some of the nonsense and keep only what I could use. But I didn't want to leave it all together, what if someone found it who DID have the right gear... I'd potentially be arming my own hunters... I spent the rest of the evening hiding bits and bobs around the countryside North of Severograd. That'll show 'em!
Speaking of hostiles, I've not seen any of the infected for a while... I wonder if things are calming down?
Rick O'Shea
Two weeks I've been hiding.
Two weeks of sitting around skulking in the shadows and only heading out to try and grab some morsel to eat or catch rain water to calm my thirst.
But today that all changed.
I managed to limp a little further today and realised I had made it to the hospital. I scuffed round the discarded medical scrubs looking for something to rid me of the pain and lo and behold I found something I had gone beyond hope of finding.... MORPHINE!!
And for the first time in a long time I felt that all was not lost. The pain was much better and now what I needed to do was get some 'proper' food down me. The weather wasn't with me and I had to duck from building to building between showers but I stumbled upon a glorious stash of tins - tactical bacon, baked beans and some sweet, sweet peaches.
As I ate, I decided to look through my bags to see if I could cram any more tins in, but what I saw was testimony to my paranoia over bumping into any more hostiles... my bag was full of weapons with no ammo or ammo without the right sort of weapon. I decided to unload some of the nonsense and keep only what I could use. But I didn't want to leave it all together, what if someone found it who DID have the right gear... I'd potentially be arming my own hunters... I spent the rest of the evening hiding bits and bobs around the countryside North of Severograd. That'll show 'em!
Speaking of hostiles, I've not seen any of the infected for a while... I wonder if things are calming down?
Rick O'Shea
Saturday 26 September 2015
Still Limping
Dear Diary
Damn does my ankle hurt... still limping round Severograd hoping to find something I can bandage my ankle with, but no luck as of yet. I might have to break out to get sticks from the woods but I know it's going to hurt...!
Found a huge bag which has been useful, but also realised that my Longhorn s knackered and I really need a new pair of trousers... How is it that when I was looking for bags I found nothing but trouser but now I need trousers I find a big bag?
Bloody Sod's Law
And now it has started to rain...
Damn does my ankle hurt... still limping round Severograd hoping to find something I can bandage my ankle with, but no luck as of yet. I might have to break out to get sticks from the woods but I know it's going to hurt...!
Found a huge bag which has been useful, but also realised that my Longhorn s knackered and I really need a new pair of trousers... How is it that when I was looking for bags I found nothing but trouser but now I need trousers I find a big bag?
Bloody Sod's Law
And now it has started to rain...
Friday 25 September 2015
I nearly croaked last night!
Dear Diary
After leaving Tom at the building site I did a circuit of the town (without much luck, I may add) and then travelled south a little way past the train station (military grade helmet ftw) over the hill to a deer stand and a crashed chopper. Found a few bits and piece but nothing majorly exciting and it was getting dark so I decided to head back north to where we parted company.
Nearly back at the town I saw a guy along the train tracks to my left and thought that as I was heading to a safe place to log out I'd just keep on running... Turned round to look behind me and there were at least 2 of them on the road looking in my direction... I ran but the heard a massive crack and was thrown sideways by the impact.
I'd been shot.
My leg was in agony but I had to get away... I ducked through some buildings and wove my way into town. It was almost pitch black at this point. There were a number of close shaves where I could hear the bullets bouncing off the walls but then silence. I ran (hobbled) a little further then hid inside a shed.
Nothing.
Nobody burst through the door.
Nobody finished the job.
I checked myself over ready with my sewing kit and bandages but it turned out that it was a very close shave indeed. My leg, well that was just a sprained ankle. I'd been shot in the chest... The chest!! Thank god for press vests eh?
Until next time
Rick O'Shea
After leaving Tom at the building site I did a circuit of the town (without much luck, I may add) and then travelled south a little way past the train station (military grade helmet ftw) over the hill to a deer stand and a crashed chopper. Found a few bits and piece but nothing majorly exciting and it was getting dark so I decided to head back north to where we parted company.
Nearly back at the town I saw a guy along the train tracks to my left and thought that as I was heading to a safe place to log out I'd just keep on running... Turned round to look behind me and there were at least 2 of them on the road looking in my direction... I ran but the heard a massive crack and was thrown sideways by the impact.
I'd been shot.
My leg was in agony but I had to get away... I ducked through some buildings and wove my way into town. It was almost pitch black at this point. There were a number of close shaves where I could hear the bullets bouncing off the walls but then silence. I ran (hobbled) a little further then hid inside a shed.
Nothing.
Nobody burst through the door.
Nobody finished the job.
I checked myself over ready with my sewing kit and bandages but it turned out that it was a very close shave indeed. My leg, well that was just a sprained ankle. I'd been shot in the chest... The chest!! Thank god for press vests eh?
Until next time
Rick O'Shea
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