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 Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:19 am
Name: Kurt Schloop
Age:27
Picture of Character: 
Weapons:
Primary: Colt 1911 .45 acp
Secondary: 1873 Winchester Carbine(lever action)
Melee: A longsword. (Like a knight)
Likes:History, Ancient Warfare, Guns.
Dislikes: cats
Bio: Before everything changed he was an assistant director of a war museum. They had everything from midieval catapults to modern guns. Old maps and even a couple aged journals written by captains and generals. Since he was little he liked the stories of knights and kings. When he got older he still liked them but for a different reason, he studied battle tactics and weaponry. This led him to study war as it progresses and weapons became more advanced. Still knights held a certain facination for him. He learned to use the sword, he even went so far as to have a suit of armor made for him, but it was too heavy fo practical use. When the zombies started showing up he didn't think anything of it. Within days ,as the news and virus spread, they were everywhere he had to get away. He grabbed a few things from his personal collection, a chainmail shirt, his guns, and the sword, and got out of there. He has been traveling on his own since.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 7:27 am
There were three of us to start with, me and ny two friends from highschool. We needed food so we went into the convenience store. We should have known better, but hunger over-ruled sense. Everything was fine at first, yeah the place was ransacked but there was still some stuff laying around. After a can of cold beans we split up to look for more supplies. I was grabbing as many bottles of water as I could carry when I heard the screams. I turned to look and wished a hadn't. My friends were surrounded, Kyle swinging the bat I got him for his birthday last year. A zombie went down it's head caved in, but another bit him on the neck. Jackie ,his girlfriend, fights free of the teeth and hands. She grabs the bat and slides it to me. The look in her eyes is one of despair and pain. As she vanishes underneath the pack of undead she screams for me to run. I grab the bat and rush the zombies, swing wildly. Rage and adrenaline mix in my blood, everything goes red. When I come to my senses I'm leaned against a shelf covered in blood. I not sure who's it is. My arm hurts where one of the zombies got a lucky bite in. I'm kinda tired I think I'm going to take a nap.....
You see that? That's all that was left when I found this. The rest was too bloodstained to read, still plenty of pages left in this journal. I ripped out the rest, but these were somebody's final thoughts. Wish I knew the poor guy's name. Ah, well no use worrying about what you can't change. I've been wandering around now for a few years or something. I'm not sure what day it is. Maybe Tuesday. I don't care. I'm hungry and tired. I think I'll hang on to this book.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:41 am
It's been a few days since I took this thing out, I've been walking along a dusty road out in the middle of nowhere, Man, I need to get a map. I'm going west until I hit the coast then straight north. I figure I go where there are less people there'll be less zombies. Shambeling swine. I'm still alive for now, thanks to my chainmail, ha. They can;t bite through metal, and I couldn't count how many times that's saved my life. Not just zombies either. A snake nearly got me on the arm. I grabbed it and chopped it's head off, tasty dinner tonight.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 12:05 am
I found an old gas station, the place is completely deserted. There's nothing here but dust. But when I checked out back I found a dirtbike, I'll see if it runs tomorrow. It's amazing how writing all this down makes it seem a little less screwed up. I remember seeing my niehbor eating his own wife. It was sickening. I've toughened up since then. I'm going to make sure I don't become a meal. I've got my defences set up. I rigged up some exposives to blow if the wire's tripped. Not that i expect it to, nothing out here but dust and wind, but it pays to be careful.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 12:09 pm
I'm in luck the dirtbike is a little old and rusty but it runs fine. Time to get out of here, maybe try and find some other survivors..I can't be the only one.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 2:40 pm
I'd nearly forgotten about this book. I can't remember how long I pushed the bike after it ran out of gas. Days passed in sweltering heat, I think the tires melted. Still headed west I think, I have dust in places I didn't know dust could go. My mouth feels like sandpaper, but I'm trying to save the last of my water. I hate to think this way but, this book may end up scattered in the slight breeze that only brings more heat.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 12:45 pm
It's so empty out here, no landmarks to judge how fast I'm going, I would count days but I travel at night as well, the only concept of time comes from the sun. The bright ball of fire bathing the wasteland in unbearable heat and light that sears the eyes. Still I move along, catching small creature and sleep whenever I can. All alone out here cast doubt upon my chosen course. Perhaps it would be better to find another living thinking human to talk to. It would be the greatest gift to hear spoken words. My throuat and tongue are too dry to even attempt speech, and I'm afraid I might forget what they sound like.
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