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Character Name: Michael Kidman

Minis account name: Blade kuroda

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Employment: Police Officer (rookie)

Faction: 3

Character description: Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'11. He's optimistic and one who's usually willing to help out. However, he's a bit of a wise guy and doesn't always takes things as serious as he should.

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DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:

Michael made his way along the street, carrying a duffelbag filled with his things. After his first day of work at the precinct, he was ready to head on home. Before he could reach where he had parked his car, he paused as the lights all around suddenly cut out. Odd... it wasn't storming. What was with the blackout?

It didn't end there. Soon, people all around had gone into a state of panic. He turned, trying to figure out what was happening. Someone ran right into him, practically bowling him over, and forcing him to drop his bag. Michael had to quickly roll out of the way as a few others stampeded on by, screaming and shouting.

He heard someone crying about the 'infected'. Wait. What?

As he brought himself up to his feet, he spotted some figures in the darkness, attacking someone.

"Hey! What are you doing? Cut that out!" he shouts. The figures turn, and it was then that he realized something was far more wrong with these people. Their flesh was twisted. Decayed.

He took a step back.

Was there a zombie event going on in the city and he didn't know about it? The precinct surely would have said something about that, right? Especially since some people could get a little... overboard. No. That didn't seem right. He shook his head, then turned to run. The bag with his things was nowhere to be found now. He needed a place to hide. Just long enough so he can get a handle of what the hell was happening.

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[Log - Mission objective Zone 1]

It's been an intense month. First day on the job as a cop and the world goes to hell. This wasn't what I signed up for. But this is what it is now. I still want to help people. I still want to protect. I just don't know how well I can do that now. It isn't criminals that's the problem anymore. It's... monsters. It's like right out of a movie, really. Except these zombies aren't anything like what they show in Hollywood. Headshots don't quite cut it. Learned that the hard way.

No, these things... they might 'die'. But it never stays that way. They always come back. As more of us die, more of them grow.

At least I still have my apartment. We've built a sort of community here, looking out for one another. I don't know how long we can hold out like that. I want to believe that help is really on its way. But right now... it's like a never ending nightmare.

I need to keep smiling. I can't lose all hope. I need to keep fighting, especially for those who can't do so any longer. And to honor those who we've lost along the way. God, we've lost so many already. I have see things I wish I could forget about. To serve and protect... That's what I need to do.

If nothing else, maybe I can at least brighten the days of some of the others around me. They could use some lifted spirits just as badly as me.