Your character is asked to write a log of what has happened to them between day zero and the present. You can be as descriptive or as brief as you wish, up to a MINIMUM of 250 words. Create it as a as a log in your journal. When you are done, you may submit the form with a link to it.
Mission Bonus: +1 random healing item. Pick it up here after dropping off the form below. Faction Bonus:+ 1 bonus district point in your choice (drop off using the bonus district points form in your main faction info thread) Difficulty:gaia_star
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 10:26 pm
Lissa never thought she would be relieved to have the opportunity to write words instead of speaking. She herself was capable of talking, mostly when she needed to curse at someone on her radio, but the speech was slurred and painful to her broken jaw. It certainly didn't stop her much, but it was nice to have an excuse for a respite as she bit her bruised lip in thought, jotting down whatever came to mind:
I was working the closing shift night the power went out. It wasn't a big deal at first, just figured I would clean in the morning. Went to leave the shop when I saw that there was a guy wandering around outside, figured he was just homeless, when BAM!!, outta nowhere some guy runs out of the shadows and decks him. I don't want to spoil anything, but basically, they were both shamblers and when I realized they were both insane and probably kind of eating eachother, I ran. I just ran.
There's nothing cowardly about it, I'm still here, aren't I?
So I make it to this employee hallway and try to make a few phone calls, but no one is picking up and I can hear things moving around, so I book it for a supply closet and set in for the long haul. Covered the doors with brooms and stuff and hid in a corner, no food or water or anything because I'm a major dumbass and wasn't thinking the actual logistics of the long haul. I never thought we'd still be out here, trying to fend for ourselves against these things...but whatever. I digress.
I don't really know how long I was in there, but I heard all sorts of s**t. People screaming, moaning and groaning, breaking glass...I think more of it was looters than shamblers, but there's no way to know at this point. Eventually, it started to quiet down, when all of a sudden someone comes after my door and tears it open, messes up all my defenses and everything. That was Jeff, he found me half delusional and sleep deprived and just kinda picked me up and dusted me off and told me we had to move, so I did.
We did a lot of moving in the first couple of weeks, picked up some people, lost some people, it happened, people went missing, people moved on. We cleared what we could of the mall and we shut off the rest of it, and in the meanwhile we just did the best we could. That's all we can do right now, really, until the end of the seven days. Then we go back to being normal people with shitty jobs and shitty lives, that's how it works. Simple, really.
Can't wait to be back living the dream. It'll be great.
OOC
Character's name: Elizabeth "Lissa" Buckly Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[Journal] Character's survival stats: [Stats] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Freckly-tan skin, wavy auburn hair, brown eyes, stands at 5' 7" with strong shoulders and a little bit of holdover baby fat on her stomach and thighs. Currently wearing cat ears and a light blue gown made of cheap fabric, calling to mind a particular character from Game of Thrones. The dress is worn over what appears to be a light jacket and jeans because nothing about Khaleesi's outfit is Canada-approved.
Zone One Status: Lissa's lower face is purple and swollen, and she talks with a heavy lisp. She has a broken jaw.
