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<blockquote data-quote="馬冠宇" data-source="post: 43399" data-attributes="member: 162">Journal Entry: January 3, 2033Magonia, Leader of the Infection Free Zone WellingtonThe School of Fine Arts is now a residential block. Kicked the crew into gear to clear out the dusty canvases and pretentious sculptures—useless junk in a world gone to rot. Got bunks and barricades set up instead. It’s cramped, but it’ll house the survivors who aren’t dumb enough to die on me. Took longer than I wanted; half these idiots can’t swing a hammer without crying about their blisters. Lazy shits.Found an active camera in the Timberland store on Chews Lane. Still recording, somehow. No idea who’s watching or why, but it’s got me uneasy. Told the scouts to rip it out and bring it back for the techs to crack. If someone’s spying on us, they’ll regret it.Last night was a mess. Spotted a new kind of zombie—massive, roaring like a damn freight train. Thing was a magnet for the hordes, drawing every shambler in earshot. It hit us hard near the portrait gallery. Mild to moderate damage, but we held the line. Barely. I’m not losing this place to some overgrown corpse. Ordered extra patrols and told the gunners to aim for the head next time one of those freaks shows up. Less than one percent of us left, and I’m not letting that number drop on my watch. Cruel? Tough. Cry about it when you’re dead.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="馬冠宇, post: 43399, member: 162"] [B]Journal Entry: January 3, 2033[/B] [I]Magonia, Leader of the Infection Free Zone Wellington[/I] The School of Fine Arts is now a residential block. Kicked the crew into gear to clear out the dusty canvases and pretentious sculptures—useless junk in a world gone to rot. Got bunks and barricades set up instead. It’s cramped, but it’ll house the survivors who aren’t dumb enough to die on me. Took longer than I wanted; half these idiots can’t swing a hammer without crying about their blisters. Lazy shits. Found an active camera in the Timberland store on Chews Lane. Still recording, somehow. No idea who’s watching or why, but it’s got me uneasy. Told the scouts to rip it out and bring it back for the techs to crack. If someone’s spying on us, they’ll regret it. Last night was a mess. Spotted a new kind of zombie—massive, roaring like a damn freight train. Thing was a magnet for the hordes, drawing every shambler in earshot. It hit us hard near the portrait gallery. Mild to moderate damage, but we held the line. Barely. I’m not losing this place to some overgrown corpse. Ordered extra patrols and told the gunners to aim for the head next time one of those freaks shows up. Less than one percent of us left, and I’m not letting that number drop on my watch. Cruel? Tough. Cry about it when you’re dead. [/QUOTE]

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