Journal Page 1:
It's been three days since we last ate. Our water is slim to none, and the doctor is sick beyond healing. We've been caved up in a pawn shop for some time now, no one has returned with food or water for the past 5 days. I am going to eventually leave, and find another shelter. The combine are really catching up to me, after =The next couple sentences are blurred with blood= Im still wondering how I got the shitty end of the stick... Im usually lucky! Well, looks like the profession i took actually would help me, considering the fact we've been fighting off combine since we found this place. Yeah, Jerry, me (Justin) and Doc. We were with a 12 man group. All of them slowly and slowly started to die off.
My five-seven is my only true friend, and I am not afraid to fire. I was honorably discharged from the military a few years ago, so I know my way around a gun.
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Yesterday was when Doc got sick, he tripped over a dead combine, and landed on a dirty syringe, it lodged itself into his neck. It took 30 minutes just to get it out, but his throat was infected, and soon his whole body would... We were still deciding who would put him down. We'are on our last hundred (INSERT MONEY USED HERE), i was hoping we would stumble over a mercenary group, and we could roll with them... I do have a couple shipments of M4 Carbines.. You know what? I'am leaving right now! I'am going to go pack up, and when im done im going to start a new page. Doc is sounding terrible, and Jerry is asleep. I'll be back.
Journal Page 2:
Alright, I'am done packing, I don't want to wake Jerry, and Doc can't even talk. I grabbed a shipment of guns, and put it in my backpack. I grabbed one rifle, and 3 magazines. Just how we did it in the military, always have 3 magazines or more. I slowly inched my way towards the barricaded door, and peeked out of the crack, there was a combine soldier, and a sniper on the roof in front of us. He was looking away, and the combine soldier was walking towards our door. I slipped on a suppressor, and pointed my gun through the crack. Within a split second, 4 silent bullets were fired into his heart, killing him instantly. I opened the door, and then latched it shut on my way out. I climbed up the 10 rungs of the ladder to the roof, and i slipped making a DING sound against my gun. I sprinted towards him on the rooftop, but it was no hope, he tripped me and stabbed my arm. I kicked him off of me, and then I smacked him with the butt of my gun. I broke his jaw, and he was unconscious. So I threw him off the 6 story building.
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Gah, I hate to fight for struggle. Atleast im not dead, maybe i'm stabbed, but not dead. I took the knife out of my arm, and put it in my pocket, i'll be needing it. I grabbed my gun, and slid down the ladder. I observed my surroundings, and noticed an abandoned car to my left. I ran for it, and slid behind it. 3 guard, i couldn't take them so I got in the car, half-ducked.
I started to hotwire the car, but they saw me. I grabbed my gun and some bullets i found in the car and ditched back. I got behind the car, and loaded my magazine. Since they were shooting the front, i went around back and fired my whole clip into the crowd. I killed one and hit the other two... They ran back for cover aswell. I followed them, and hid myself in a trashcan. Once they passed me thinking I was gone, I got out silently. I ran behind the back one, and slit his throat with the knife i had, blood spilled all over me. I noticed the other one turning around and aiming his gun, so i threw the knife. It missed, but it did cut open his shoulder. I ran in for CQC instead of getting shot. I kicked the gun out of his hand, and punched him in the face, making him stumble back. "Want some?" I chanted. He ran for his gun, so when he bent down, I sent a heavy kick for his jaw. CRACK! His bone was broken, and he was bleeding. I picked up his gun and shot him.
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