Day 130 Above Ground
My name is Dan, although I used to be called Sledge for being a hard-headed guy. Too bad the only one alive that remembers that is Dave. Good ol' Dave, still playing around with that stupid cricket bat. I guess you can't blame him though, he needs something to keep himself sane, what with the constant assaults, firefights, hordes of Zeds coming in... The usual stuff. Don't worry, we're not alone. We've got... I'd say a dozen other survivors with us trying to make Pennsylvania more than just a bunch of deadheads, museums, and death traps. It ain't much, but we all do what we can to survive these days. We're making friends with the local factions too. There are four other factions just in this small town alone, yet we live in harmony like we used to...
I'm probably getting sidetracked here. Now, where to begin... Well, for one thing, I'm a passive guy as long as I have reason to be passive. But let me tell you, Westmoreland was full of gun toting rednecks before Z-Day, and I've got plenty of scars to prove it. Even got a .50 cal round through me before. But now, nice people are almost impossible to find, and I've got a lot of fresh cuts, wounds, and even bits of shrapnel from explosives to prove it. It's almost like some people don't want the dead to stay dead, like they've lost any passive behavior they may have had before. I went to work the other day, or where I used to work, a place once known as Idlewild, and decided to begin making it into our own little slice of paradise. It's hard to believe that what used to be whack-a-moles and ice cream stands have become pillboxes and strongholds. Speaking of ice cream, I actually found some guy in the old ice cream store at the park, said his name was Tony. Other than Dave, he was the first person I'd seem in almost a year who wasn't a walking corpse and didn't want to kill me.
I'm ashamed to say that I've killed more people than I could count. These people used to be clerks, teachers, lawyers, heck, I even ran into my old dentist, only he was taking pot shots at me from the school (thank God man created Kevlar vests). I take no pride doing this... These people are just doing what they've been forced to do constantly to protect themselves... I try to stay friendly, but I've been almost killed countless times for doing that. Heck, I remember when I tried searching the town's police station, and wouldn't ya know, there was a van there, a real, working van... I tried to introduce myself to the owners... Ever been executed military style? Me neither, but I would've if it hadn't been for that same Kevlar vest... I dropped them all with just one frag grenade... Is this what we've been reduced to? Shooting people who just want to be friendly, then getting blown up for trying to defend yourself?
Well, I guess I'll have to end this entry here, Kelly wants me to go on patrol with Tony. She's a cute one. Nothing is hotter in my book than a woman who can use a sword and shoot a gun. This is to anyone who finds this: Westmoreland is safe, and all friendly faces are welcome... All aggressive visitors... Well, if I survived an execution, you won't even put a scratch on my forehead.
Trying to keep humanity alive,