The Journal of Irving

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Well, I finally decided to post this since I got tired of waiting for the rp to move along. Yes, this journal will eventually be visible to whoever picks it up when it comes in to the rp (and by that, I mean no characters will know of these facts until then). Just for the record, the book, when it becomes visible in the rp will be described as a small leather bound with a golden I on the front cover.
(Yes, it has appeared in the rp, though at this rate I might just pick it up myself)
Anyway, what I was doing here was making a journal of one of the associates that Jack was traveling with named Irving, written during their travels.
I don't know what I would rate it myself, seeing how I keep messing with it every day, so I decided to just post it so I can stop messing with it. Anyway, there will be about 9 pages, after which feel free to comment on this, after I post them (Yes, I am going to post each one as a separate post because I like the document format).

Added note: The last entry is supposed to cut off mid word.  

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The Journal of Irving, Day 1

Well, here we are the beginning of another contract. This contract has us a bit uneasy, what with the news of the infection starting to spread. It is getting close to two weeks since the first news of this rampant disease, and cities have already become inaccessible by the major population. They say the infection makes you act as if you were a mindless zombie. I would have to admit, being one who takes great pride in his mind; I would hate to go that way. Thankfully CEDA has prepared me for this mission. I am pretty sure the rest of the team here is unaware of my CEDA status. Well, anyway, we are taking out a man who lives in the Deep South, who is believed to have some involvement with other incidents. There is no questioning, we are told to just take him out, since it could be too much of a risk to let him live. I am working with a few of my business partners and this man in a black leather Jacket and light brown hair. We were not to reveal our names to him and vice versa, but the new guy made sure everyone knew his name. Apparently, his name is Jack, and for the past few years he has lived in this area where we are going this mission. Well, let the record stand that me, Robert, Jason, Jack are about to take on a powerful and corrupt man. The next entry, if it comes, will be after this man is dead and we are on our way back in another chopper.  

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The Journal of Irving, Day 2

I may have lied yesterday when I stated about the next entry. We did kill the man, but our escape helicopter pilot was killed as he was taking off, getting pulled out by an unexplained pinkish rope. At that moment, we were none the wiser, but I suspect that now it was one of those smoking infected individuals. For time’s sake, I shall call them smokers; just like I shall call what our target was a hunter. That brings me to the next fact. The man’s home that we were invading was half filled with these infected. The man himself was actually a very agile version, able to pounce great distances, and made horrific screams. Jack seemed to go in guns blazing and as loud as possible, but we stopped complaining about it once we realized that these infected have very sensitive ears. What surprised me was this man’s desk. He had tons of notes, some of them containing interesting facts about the infected, and some mentioned possible causes. This man seemed to be testing cures on people, as well as turn people into infected for his tests. I told everyone to grab some of these notes, which was easy for everyone but Jack. I eventually got him to, and he stored some in his jacket. I don’t know who got what, but now we all have important notes on this infected outbreak. Anyway, now that he is dead, he are currently traveling the streets, heading towards a spot on the man’s map marked as a CEDA evacuation point. I will have to admit, I am glad I’m stuck with Robert and Jason, being as good friends as we are, but this Jack guy seems to get on all our nerves. He’s extremely reckless, and he seems to never shut up about his friends, and how they hang out all the time. He keeps talking of this one friend named John, who he says is an unstoppable tank. After this, I almost want to find this John and kick his a** just to shut Jack up. Anyway, I am being urged to move, so let’s get going. I will write again when I can.  

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The Journal of Irving, Day 3

Oh god, oh god. Robert, well, Robert is no more. I can’t believe it. He was always a good man, he deserved better than this. Jason has tried to act un phased, but I can tell he is dying on the inside. Jack on the other hand, seems not to care. Robert died by a sea of infected zombies that were provoked by the rank stench that was coming from the vomit of an obese zombie. I think that these infected have advanced senses in general; it is just that they don’t have a mental capacity beyond survival. They also are enraged easily by anything that disturbs their mindless stupor.
Continuing on, Robert’s death has also brought us upon the realization of our ammo supplies becoming extremely low. Even Jack with his jacket of ammo seems to be joining us in using blunt objects that we come across in the road as weapons, saving our bullets for only those that we have dubbed special infected, due to their elevated abilities compared to the normal infected.  

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The Journal of Irving, Day 4

Yep, we’re still traveling. I am just surprised. I have noticed how all of us here have taken a few hits and bites from the infected individuals, but none of us are turning into one of the comatose man eaters we’ve been fighting, nor have any of us shown signs of becoming one. I think we might be special. We have immunity to this infection, and from what I have read on some walls, I think others might have this gift as well. I have to tell CEDA about this when, well, if at this point, we make it to the evacuation. There could be a chance that they will be able to use us for research on the cure to this damned infection. I just have to remember the specific code I was to tell CEDA upon rescue. They will take us to a comfy lab, and we should get “special treatment for staying there. I say this because sometimes CEDA is a bit cruel when it comes to this research. If they aren’t affiliated with CEDA, they can act with almost no restraint and do whatever they want to someone under the pretense of “It is for advancement in research for the cure”. I have seen them kill a man for certain tests, granted, the man was a criminal, but it was still cruel. The things they put him through were worse than any death sentence he got at the prison. CEDA has cut back on such experiments since then, though I still suspect something.
Wow, I came back to this later in the day; I seemed to get sidetracked when talking about CEDA. Anyway, this day has resulted in several safe house investigations, a horde or two, and a few store raids. Jason and I quickly learned that taking Jack with us in to a store with any form of microphone can be catastrophic, especially since we went into a super market that seemed to have the population of a 50% off sale. As soon as he got to the mic, he started singing and we got a bigger horde than if someone announced that the next 5 customers got a free 32 inch plasma screen TV.
Well, we have food now, and we found more pre made “safe houses”, so we are resting and enjoying some food. We are sitting in a circle of three… I still miss Robert. If he was here, we might have some more stories besides Jack’s friends various missions, and how they somehow managed to make a giant ball of mud into a trap in the form of a house. That still perplexes me, yet I am usually too tired to inquire about how. I probably should ask both how and why one day… maybe on the ride home.  

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The Journal of Irving, Day 5

Well, I haven’t been back here much, since survival seems to be our only concern. I haven’t had time to write in my journal, and I think Jason and Robert both stopped ages ago. We’ll never know about Robert now, whatever he had is probably in shreds now. Anyway, things are getting harder, we have started to notice more and more infected variants. Right now, I have a small list I might as well copy here for CEDA to evaluate:
Hunters: An involved infected, usually in a hooded sweat shirt. These infected let out low growls and high pitched yelps commonly when on the prowl and attacking. These infected have extra leg strength allowing them to jump great distances to tackle their prey, which they proceed to rip to shreds.
Smokers: These infected cough violently and make a high pitched screech when attacking that is slightly deeper than a hunter’s when attacking. They have long and sticky tongues that they use to constrict their prey, which they proceed to violently slash to death.
Boomers: These are the bastards that were responsible fro Robert’s death. Their obese status seems to be only because they rapidly generate bile in their stomachs which they use to project upon things, unleashing a stench that attracts regular infected. Stand back when shooting, they explode bile.
Witch Emo Witch: Sorry about the cross out, Jack temporarily took my journal from me. Anyway, these things seem docile at first, as they tend to cry in corners at night, and walk blindly by day. This seems to be a good façade, because once you get close enough to them, touch them, or shine your light at them, they become aggressive. They charge with the intention of only killing the one who disturbed them, and I fear to see what they would do once they succeed. They have very long claws on their fingers, giving them a long range and power, and they have a very thin figure, allowing them to run fast.
That is all we have seen so far, though we have seen writings on walls that define different creatures. I worry that this infection may never be cured, as fast as these infected evolve.  

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The Journal of Irving, Day 6

You remember when I said I wanted to kick Jack’s friend’s a** to shut him up? Well, I got the chance, unfortunately, Jack took it. When he got to his friend’s house for help, he was one of the infected individuals. After Jack spent about a minute trying to reason with it, getting teary eyed in the process, he finally did what he had to. He put a bullet straight through his head, right in between the eyes. We left the place in silence, and Jack seemed to stop talking unless necessary. We are getting close to the evac, I think we will be there tomorrow.  

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*There are a few torn out pages, and some blood on the next journal page (day 8 )*

The Journal of Irving, Day 8

Oh s**t, oh s**t, s**t s**t s**t. Everything has taken a turn for the worst. The only reason I am writing is because me and Jack holed up in a weapon shop, which has re supplied us a bit, but Jack right now is only keeping his Uzi, and what I noticed to be his now late friend’s John’s dual revolvers. He seems to be safe guarding those things; I don’t think I have ever seen him forget about them. He dropped them once in an infected horde, and sprayed them all down to get them back. Anyway, the bad news is that Jason is dead. He was my best friend since kindergarten; I can’t believe he is dead. He always acted tough, and I guess that is what might have caused his downfall. When he got to the CEDA Evac, we were met by a superhumanly muscular infected that I have now deemed the Tank. The thing destroyed one of the helicopters by ripping out a chunk of the road and throwing it at the helicopter. The rest started taking off as it turned its attention to us, mostly because Jack was shooting it. Jason took this as a challenge and started using his shotgun to blast the tank. This thing earned its name because it came at them at full speed, not even flinching to the barrage of bullets pelting him. Unfortunately, Jason got knocked down with a punch to the gut, incapacitating him. We tried to distract the tank, but it pounded Jason into a bloody pulp before we could take him down. I made it my business to take his journal with me, and now we are here at the shop, planning our next move. Jack keeps telling me to join him in traveling to his house. He says he has various things there, such as a hidden armory that even if someone raided the house, it would still be there. Well, it is our last resort, so we might as well get there. At least we can try to hold out and establish connection with the outside world. Well, I might not be writing again, though I hope for the best. If this is it, I hope someone can find this journal.  

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The Journal of Irving, Day Unknown

I don’t know what is going on, but I seemed to be alive still. Jack accidentally shot a car, alarming a horde, and we got separated by building rubble and hordes. I am not sure if Jack made it out alive. I was luckily saved what appears to be a hunter. It is weird; he seems to have achieved a sub human consciousness which still tells him to help humans. This could actually be helpful for CEDA in research to cure this infection. Who knows, maybe these sub infected humans might actually have a strong enough immune system to fight off some of the effects of the infection. This ally comes with a bonus since the infected don’t seem to bother special infected that much. I might have an untouchable ally. He responds to the name I gave him since he can’t communicate and doesn’t seem to know his old name. I have named him Ponce de l’homme, which translates to Ponce (that is just a name) of human. I decided to have a little fun with naming, since this is a grim time. Well, now it is up to me and Ponce to get to Jack’s house. It seems like a good place still, and I know the address.
This is added two days after my last entry. I don’t really know the days still, but I am getting worried about Ponce. He keeps staring at me occasionally, growling. I think his feral nature is starting to mess with him, and he is starting to see me as an enemy. I hope this isn’t the case.  

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The Journal of Irving, Final Entry

*there is a blood stain on the page*
I mark this as my final entry because I have run out of writing material, and this is about all I have left for it. Also, I am currently feeling weak; I can barely walk, let alone defend myself. I am standing in front of Jack’s house, and it seems safe to quickly write this down. If someone is to find this journal, please keep this, and Jason’s if it is found. I lost it around the time of the attack that separated me and Jack. I am planning on how to get in, though I am worried, because Ponce is getting very finicky, and almost threatening. I think he is planning on trying to kill me soon. It was only a matter of time before he became like the rest of the infected. Maybe I was foolish to not to try and kill him at the beginning, but he seemed to have hope for becoming almost human. If someone finds this but can’t hold on to it, at least take this message. If whoever finds this runs into CEDA, tell them th