The story begins...
So, I guess I should start by introducing myself, or what I know of myself, because I’m not myself you see. Doc said… Oh hang on, I’ll try again.
I’m Suze. I’m the new runner five I guess. I saw what happened to the old runner five. Alice, Sam called her. She was following me back to Abel. They came out with guns… it’s horrible, thinking that might be me one day. They said she was one of the best, and I can barely lope at decent speed, so what hope do I have? Though Doc says she can get me up to speed though. She probably has a lot of practice training runners, what with the mortality rate and all.
I’ve gone off track again. Sorry. Hit my head in the helicopter crash. Scrambled the circuits a bit, and I don’t remember much from before. Doc says my fuzzy thinking will clear up a bit in a few days, and I may or may not get my memory back. I’m not entirely sure I want to remember much of what my life was like before, whether or not I had a family, whether I’ve lost my family… if I had to do for my loved ones what the Abel defence had to do…
Some people think this is a waste of resources, posting this on Rofflenet, but Doc Myers says writing it down might help me remember, and paper is far more precious than ‘net space these days.
That’s Sam. He’s the radio operator at Abel Township, and if it weren’t for him directing me, I think I surely would have died after that crash. I’m so grateful they were willing to take me in, though it’s probably more to do with this large box marked CDC I found. It’s got all the notes inside of anything that had been discovered about the zombie virus before major comms networks finally went dark forever.
Whatever. I’m here now, and safe, and on my way to becoming useful at least.