great script! I have many awseome subscriptions but that is one for the record!

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Diary of John Slater a madman....?

26/09/11
I am John Slater and I never thought I'd be writing in this diary. I bought it with good intentions to start but it made its way into a box under my bed and stayed there for 4 years... til now. Now since I've been here in this room for three weeks I might as-well start. I don't know why I start now, but I think its because I've not seen anyone in a long time and i'm getting lonely.

I've taken to locking myself upstairs inside my room after jamming anything I could find into the already shattered no actually disintegrated! window's frames. This is my personal 6x4 meters of hell, but I know I'd rather be here than outside. I've seen some horrible things, unimaginable things. Luckily most of these things happened outside... and i'm staying here. I know they are out there, I can hear them.

I have a radio but its only picking up shortwave since that big boom that destroyed all the windows and took out the power. Not that the radio seems to matter, the people I used to tune into (they said they were from Burywood) I haven't heard them broadcast for about a week now. Not that they knew I was listening... or anyone else for that matter.. they sounded scared. I need to find a working long-wave radio and transmitter. I need to know if anyone is out there.

OK I should take an inventory... WHO AM I WRITING THIS FOR? ME?
Oh my god... I just realized I think I'm instinctively writing my own obituary. I need sleep.

27/09/11
I guess I've come to terms with this... I suppose under the circumstances you have to adjust to nightmares quickly. Either way its better than peeking through the holes in my make-shift barricades to look at those things outside.

OK the first thing I can recount that was strange was pets going missing. Seriously! about five weeks ago pets started disappearing. It even got the front page news of PEI Herald (shows the kind of news that happens here normally) but this was rather strange. Every day more and more family pets started going missing. Owners started to lock up their pets but they would then become frenzied and vicious. My neighbors dog 'Sammy' literally clawed her paws to the bone against the cage door before finally turning on herself tearing out chunks of her own flesh. It was an abominable sight. We found some of the missing pets.. they washed up dead on Taylor beach. All animals except the Deer and the Wild Pigs they seemed unaffected... weird!.. well that's when we all suspected something was wrong and the rumor mill started.

Then came the disappearances. A young couple was found murdered, severely mutilated, then dumped behind some trees just south of Albterton. This was big news and scary for such a small community and the police conducted island-wide interviews. It all came to a head when they arrived at Wiltshire Farm to find an evasive Mrs Morris futilely trying to hide the sounds of her psychopathic, raving husband who was locked upstairs. According to the paper when the police unlocked the door he burst through the door like lunatic and lunged at an officer biting solidly into his shoulder. Apparently he was detained and arrested for multiple counts. He was then "transferred overseas to a suitable mental health facility".

The next morning I awoke to banging on my front door. Still half-asleep I wondered downstairs the banging was getting louder. and was shocked awake by the sound of a scream I've never heard any scream like that is was animalistic. I hesitantly unlocked the door to have it flung open knocking me over as two figures fell through the door. I looked over to see the screaming face of 'Lucy' my neighbor's daughter looking strait at me with such desperation and fear. Then I saw him 'IT' I mean... well 'IT' WAS him... it WAS her father.. but now 'IT' had its jaws firmly locked around the back of her neck. I froze in terror as I watched it take greedy mouthfuls of the flesh. I ran upstairs and deadlocked my door. I could still hear the screams and loud banging. I was sick profusely. Then they stopped. I couldn't take what I'd just seen in. On reflection I was a coward I didn't do anything when I needed to act I froze and ran.. I let a little girl die. I don't deserve to live.

28/09/11
I will soon run out of food. I cant pretend I can stay here for much longer. I'm not sure if i'm going crazy but I'm sure I could hear gunfire. and the distant sound of vehicles. Its eerie everything is so silent. Any noise travels far. I might be hearing things but my heart jumps when I think I can hear some sound indicating another real person. My short-wave radio is now picking up something like beeps! is it Morse code? I cant understand it whatever it is. I can also see something new in the distance the radio tower has a red flashing light that seems to be in time with the radio beeps. If WHEN I leave here I need to see if its other survivors.

♥♥♥♥! I just dropped my box of pencils they scattered all over the floor Lucy must of heard it because she/it is smashing its body against the inside of bathroom door again trying to get out. Does she remember? She/it wont stop now for days. I feel ill. I'm on edge all the time.. I need to take one of my last tranquilizers to sleep.

29/09/11
I DEFINITELY hear something now I can hear gunfire and lots of it... I know i'm not imagining it because those things hear it too. After a particularly loud 'gunfight?' they seem to wander off towards where I believe the noise is coming from. This could be over soon. I cant take much more of Lucy. Luckily she was small enough for me to lock her in the bathroom. After I locked myself in my room after abandoning Lucy I heard the police sirens outside.. lots of them. I look out the window just in time to see Lucy's (former) father bounding out of my front door towards the officers. He dropped in seconds as 7 bullets hit him squarely in the head and chest. The officer didn't give it a second thought! I was shocked... then i realized why. What i could see from my window was complete bedlam and chaos! Fires, brutal violence, shootings, and hundreds and hundreds of those things eating people alive right there in the street.

I grabbed everything I could and barricaded every entrance, you'd need a ladder to get in here and I don't think they can climb. I'm running out of food. Lucy is still banging. PLEASE STOP!! I feel i'll go crazy.

30/09/11
Getting very hungry now my rations are getting scarce. A little dehydrated. I'm wondering if I'm imagining the gunfire. Do I WANT to hear it that much? If it is, then why are they not here yet? I crossed my name off the top of the diary and corrected it to a more suitable title. Diary of a madman? That made me chuckle. I now know i'm losing it. The radio i...

33/09/11
GOD BLESS THE MARINES!! they picked me up;. Oh my god I heard a voice I was sure. It was now or never I had to try. I delicately took down my barricade and unlocked my door. I remember Lucy going absolutely crazy as I saw full daylight creep through. My eyes hadn't adjusted but I could make out three figures right-in-front of me. I was instantly thrown to the floor and pounced on. Then I remember something hitting my head hard. I gave up at that moment I realized how weak i'd become and let whatever happens happens. Then I heard a shout "he's alive!". I focused in on an astonished battle weary face looking strait at me from just inches away. I remember saying "John". Then nothing, I must of blacked out.

I'm feeling much better now even though my head hurts - it got pretty bashed in. But I get morphine so its not too bad. I'm alongside a few other survivors who made it through twelve in total. One of which I recognized as soon as he spoke. My friend broadcasting from Burywood. We shared stories. No-one really knows what is happening but this military hive of activity makes me feel secure, but nervous. I don't think the marines know exactly much either.. I don't think they are allowed to talk to us, but they seem strung-out and nervous.
The one thing one soldier did tell us is alarming. ITS NOT JUST PEI its everywhere. Oh and that boom the one that took out the windows. That was the city of 'Moncton' they bombed it trying to stem the spread south through the city of 'Amherst'. It would appear it was too late.

34/09/11
The marine that almost bashed my head in me stopped by the medical tent today. He seems like a nice guy although quite intimidating and built like a tank. He apologized for almost killing me which I told him was "unnecessary". He surprised me by sitting down at the table. Its surprising because the soldiers pay us very little to no attention. I was even more surprised when he produced a flask of whiskey. "this is my chance to find out more information I thought".

We drank and talked then I asked the million dollar question "why didn't we hear anything? like why was there no warning?". He looked surprised and said "you really haven't seen it have you? Once those things arrive the whole area goes dark". I didn't understand "but why? surely communication cannot break down that quickly?". "It does when we bomb them". With that He said no-more got up and left.
Oh my god its worse than I thought.
I'm still writing my obituary.

Holy ♥♥♥♥. Haven't read yet but will after I post.

Questions: What is the intended format(s) the player will encounter. Audio, written, environmental? In the case of written format, how do you plan to make it possible? High texture custom objects? A sound player that looks like a paper/book? An exploding lemon? Hacked gun with custom audio/model?

I mean I've seen environmental throughout your map already. Some of it is quite frankly awesome. Some of it just leaves me with questions. The best so far was both. Don't recall which area it was though that did that. might have been the 'crazy guy on floating junk ship. "the ♥♥♥♥ is with the saw blade?"'

What's with smiley town actually being safe? What kind of monster are you to not adhere to zombie conventions where the 'safe' place is either massively socially flawed or overrun? You MONSTER.

Do you plan to do custom model/texture work to add dead bodies to the world? I get the mannequins are there but they seem very placeholder-ish.

Continuation of the smiley town question: Several locations feel less populated then they should or are completely and unreasonably vacant. The swampland island(don't have the map handy) has zero zombies I've seen. I'd reason that in a disaster zone the zombies should be significant. Depending of course on the strain.

That brings another question to the table. What type of strain is this? In my submitted audio script I am going with a slow but lethal. I wanted to expand it to say 'some are immune/resistant' to include the player. The expansion would have featured Kevin punching zeds faces in and ripping them in half. If you understand fighting you'd know that punching something tends to leave marks on both people. Force enough to do what Kevin would have done would have exposed him directly to the strain.

Final question before I spend the 10 or so minutes absorbing your posted submissions:
Do you want more? I can't promise I'll do more but I will definitely have a dozen or so in my workspace. I mean they'll be there but knowing me I will delete and rewrite a dozen times over until I am happy. so the real question is:
If I finish a submission do you want it?

There was a man. He worked for scorpion-7.

A good man with a decent job. But he saw this coming in his wildest dreams, this was his darkest.

Working at his desk he looked up after hearing the sounds of smashing glass. He paid attention only after the first scream. This was it, he wasn't going to disobey protocol now - it had kept him alive.

Driving past the prison down the narrow, almost vertical path - seeing the chaos already in motion he realized that is was happening. Almost biting his lip with sheer excitement of all his years of watching and waiting was actually coming to life.

Could this be real? He asked himself.

Arriving home, He grabbed his bug-out bag and headed towards the door. Hesitated - "a world of social injunctions fell upon him"

It became real the next day