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View the profile of Anthony Witchell
Running around like a nomad. |
Finally found a laptop to record a diary, I feel that computers are better for writing down your thoughts using Wordpad then an actual book because if you make a mistake, you can just press delete to fix your mistake. That and there aren't many books in good condition these days- probably all of the blood, dirt, garbage, and vice versa.
There isn't much to say, I was shipped here to Malton to offer medical assistance to those still trying to fight off the spread of zombies. I have always feared a zombie apocolypse, so why did I volunteer to jump head first into one? Well, I'm a Wiccan and so helping others comes naturally. The burb I landed in so far remains relatively safe, there is very little if any zombies about and the hospital I've holed up in remains open to help any survivors out.
I've falling into a routine things are that easy. Since I am sheltered in a hospital, it is rare to find someone that still needs my medical attention and so, I go out and look for anyone that needs my help. The surrounding burbs don't seem to be doing too well and I found a zombie attacking a few people here and there. I wasn't armed but I found a rock to the back of the skull works just aswell as a pistol... though I doubt it kills them, probably only knocks them out if that's possible.
So I've just been getting up, stocking up on supplies, then head out to do alittle freelance healing to anyone that needs it. Not much else to say other then my thoughts on the zombies. It is mind boggling to think such a thing were possible. I would like to say that the goddess had no hand in creating these... monsters, but I am too smart to assume that. Man may have been directly responsible, but his resources were from the goddess. In either case, I will do what I have to; Everyone can make a difference, no matter how small. |

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