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Raiu
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January 1st, 2012.
If only there was cause for a happy new year...
It has been a month since the government of the United States of America offically dissolved, and nearly two months since the Incident happened.
On November 15th, 2011, a city in Philadelphia called Raccoon City, suddenly and inexplicably, was quarteened off and became the first spot in America to be attacked by own own nuclear weapons. The government gave very little explaination for this happening, but it was soon clear. On November 18th, three days afterwards, Philadelphia, the city, was overrun by monsters which can only be called zombies.
As insane as it sounds, the living dead were rising up like something out of a George Romero movie and no one knew what to do.
Well, except for Frank Caliban, our mayor. He had the sense and influence as well as the raw presence to move us to create a large wall, not exactly the great wall but it keeps the horde off of us, for the most part. He pushed us to stay united dispite the constant raceism and classism and crime that plauged our city before. He kept our homes lit and our food plentful and our streets safe with patrols, as well as maintaining trade with the nearby Umbrella testing facility on the shore of lake Caliban, viding us with valuable medicine.
Last night, just before mid Fra k Caliban los his li e to cancer, l ving his son, Alexander Caliban as th leader of Cailban Cove.
Already the st illed with c ime and it is clear tha Alex is unable to lead us.
My name is eporter f aliban Cove's news and this is my final report. We are all dead anyway, might as well go early.
The previous exerpt was found in the offices of Cove Calls, a newspaper in the Caliban Cove area. The author of the piece was found in his office, dead of a self inflicted gunshot wound.
If only there was cause for a happy new year...
It has been a month since the government of the United States of America offically dissolved, and nearly two months since the Incident happened.
On November 15th, 2011, a city in Philadelphia called Raccoon City, suddenly and inexplicably, was quarteened off and became the first spot in America to be attacked by own own nuclear weapons. The government gave very little explaination for this happening, but it was soon clear. On November 18th, three days afterwards, Philadelphia, the city, was overrun by monsters which can only be called zombies.
As insane as it sounds, the living dead were rising up like something out of a George Romero movie and no one knew what to do.
Well, except for Frank Caliban, our mayor. He had the sense and influence as well as the raw presence to move us to create a large wall, not exactly the great wall but it keeps the horde off of us, for the most part. He pushed us to stay united dispite the constant raceism and classism and crime that plauged our city before. He kept our homes lit and our food plentful and our streets safe with patrols, as well as maintaining trade with the nearby Umbrella testing facility on the shore of lake Caliban, viding us with valuable medicine.
Last night, just before mid Fra k Caliban los his li e to cancer, l ving his son, Alexander Caliban as th leader of Cailban Cove.
Already the st illed with c ime and it is clear tha Alex is unable to lead us.
My name is eporter f aliban Cove's news and this is my final report. We are all dead anyway, might as well go early.
The previous exerpt was found in the offices of Cove Calls, a newspaper in the Caliban Cove area. The author of the piece was found in his office, dead of a self inflicted gunshot wound.