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<blockquote data-quote="馬冠宇" data-source="post: 43401" data-attributes="member: 162">[ATTACH=full]7153[/ATTACH]Journal Entry: February 4, 2033Magonia, Leader of the Infection Free Zone WellingtonToday cut deep. Lost my first man—Jase, solid, never griped. Taken out by a raider, not even a zombie. Those scavenging rats thought they could hit us and walk. Ambushed our crew at the Taking Shape plus-size store on Featherston Street, trying to kidnap my men for ransom. Big mistake. In the Infection Free Zone, we don’t pay with goods or grief. We pay with blood.They dragged Jase and three others into the night, thinking we’d cave. I sent the hunters—best trackers, armed heavy. Found their hole, a rotting warehouse off the waterfront, by dawn. No mercy. We ripped through their defenses, got our people back, but Jase was done. Throat slashed when we wouldn’t deal. His body’s in the medbay, waiting for a grave.The raiders paid the price for crossing me. None left alive. Still, Jase is gone. Less than one percent of us are still standing, and every loss bites, even if I don’t let it show. I’m not soft, but I’m not an idiot—can’t afford more of this. Ordered the walls beefed up and night patrols doubled. No more getting caught off guard. Next raiders who try us eat lead. Cruel? Damn straight. That’s survival.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="馬冠宇, post: 43401, member: 162"] [ATTACH type="full"]7153[/ATTACH] [B]Journal Entry: February 4, 2033[/B] [I]Magonia, Leader of the Infection Free Zone Wellington[/I] Today cut deep. Lost my first man—Jase, solid, never griped. Taken out by a raider, not even a zombie. Those scavenging rats thought they could hit us and walk. Ambushed our crew at the Taking Shape plus-size store on Featherston Street, trying to kidnap my men for ransom. Big mistake. In the Infection Free Zone, we don’t pay with goods or grief. We pay with blood. They dragged Jase and three others into the night, thinking we’d cave. I sent the hunters—best trackers, armed heavy. Found their hole, a rotting warehouse off the waterfront, by dawn. No mercy. We ripped through their defenses, got our people back, but Jase was done. Throat slashed when we wouldn’t deal. His body’s in the medbay, waiting for a grave. The raiders paid the price for crossing me. None left alive. Still, Jase is gone. Less than one percent of us are still standing, and every loss bites, even if I don’t let it show. I’m not soft, but I’m not an idiot—can’t afford more of this. Ordered the walls beefed up and night patrols doubled. No more getting caught off guard. Next raiders who try us eat lead. Cruel? Damn straight. That’s survival. [/QUOTE]

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