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Prequel: Dear, Journal
My name is Edward McCracken, I am a citizen in City 18 and I am a simple man, a working man. I am good with my hands and I tend to be very persuasive. I've never been one to talk much, but I can handle leadership roles with ease and can sustain and iron fist with no problem. I will be entering in my journal once a month.

Journal Entry one: Dear, Journal
Today I've been transferred to a different city, it's called City 17, it's pretty nice here, but it's not like home. It's... Different here. The people here don't seem to remember things for longer than a day, I sometimes feel that the same thing is happening to me, I forgot how to tie my shoes yesterday! I also have a really dirty apartment, it's hallways are full of garbage and the rooms smell. It's not fair how the CWU members have the clean, well-mannered apartments, but that's how the world works now-a-days. I've seen some rather disturbing things in this city too. Just the other day I saw two men compromised by the officers yesterday for having his being removed by a doctor... Poor, poor man. I've surprisingly made do in this insane city. There's a factory here that brings in a lot of workers. My boss is an old, crusty man who wields a wooden walking stick. He also smells of smoke when he's around, the aroma fills the room so he never comes unnoticed. Our work is challenging and breath-taking, but the pay is good so I need to keep this job. Sometimes I wonder if I should have finished medical school, maybe I could have gotten a break in this crazy new life ruled by the Civil Protection Officers... Oh well, I guess I will never find out. ENTERY END

Journal Entry two: Dear, Journal
Today, the city administrator announced that he will be recruiting new officers at the beginning of next month. I've sadly been considering applying, who knows, maybe it will make this hell bearable. Or they could just take me away and leave me in the cell for the rest of my days. Either way, anything is better than this cesspool. I've done pull-ups and push-ups in my home to increase my strength. I feel as if I could protect myself better...Even have a better chance at becoming an officer. I've started talking to myself and I am getting anxiety from being in this city and it's affecting me greatly. I've been without a single friend since my arrival and it's taken a major toll on me, presented by the talking to myself....

Journal Entry three: ::JOURNAL_ENTRY:03:: Dear, Journal
Well, I did it. I've been accepted into the combine as a recruit. The officers have welcomed me warmly and I feel at a better state than I was. The officer with the glowing yellow eyes, the one they refer to as Jury.EpU, has transferred my traditional journal into an electronic one, but the only bad thing about that is he had to read all of my logs and entries, so my privacy is very restricted. I've made friends among some of the other recruits, one of the recruits was actually someone I worked with in the factory. The pay is great and the food is plentiful. I haven't talked to myself since I've joined and my anxiety has gone down, or so it seems since I've been recruited. I do feel a strong sense of anxiety when around high-ranking officers, I begin to stutter and shake. I try to be more professional and salute them, rather than babble like a baby to them. I've tried to forget it, I've even tried drinking the water because of it, but I saw five men get executed, or amputated so the officers call it, today. It was extremely disgusting... Four of the men took magnum shots to the back of the head and the last was personally beaten by the officer with red eyes. Horrific stuff... ::JOURNAL_END::

Journal Entry four: ::JOURNAL_ENTRY:04:: Dear, Journal
I've recently been promoted to the rank 07, apparently, I'm far from any authority, but I've grown used to the protocol of being an officer. I've gotten used to the terminology of the Civil Protection as well, I've used more correct radio calls, code, etc. and my higher-ups have taken notice of that. They've taken me on more and more patrols with them. I am getting the sense that they like me and I hope it stays that way. Last week, I had an anxiety burst though and it wasn't good... I had multiple citizens corner me, but luckily, the man with yellow eyes, who I've found his name is Jury.OfC, mowed them down. I haven't seen much of him so I hope he didn't get in trouble for committing that act, after all he saved my life. Since then, my anxiety has calmed down and I haven't had a single outburst. I've put many violators into jail, but I can't help but feel bad for doing that to my fellow citizens, or my ex-fellow civilians rather. I remember being where they are. With every blow I deliver with my stun stick, I hesitate, looking back to those times. I need to snap out of, if I don't I might get fired. ::JOURNAL_END::

Journal Entry five: ::JOURNAL_ENTRY:05:: Dear, Journal
Today was a good day! It's the first of the month and my upper-ranking officers have moved me to the rank 06, I later found out it was commissioned by the DEFENDER.EpU. I've learned how things work around here pretty well. Using the radio codes are starting to become second nature to me and I know a good chunk of the divisions. I've also met and learned the rank names of a couple of officers and even an EpU! I wonder if there are any higher ranks. They don't seem to tell us much when it comes to stuff like that, I wonder why. Sadly, I must keep this entry short for this month. I'm limited on our power due to power shortages. Signing out... ::JOURNAL_END::

Journal Entry six: ::JOURNAL_ENTRY:06:: Dear, Journal
This month has been hell on Earth... We've had multiple zombie invasions, or Infections rather, but the most recent one...It wasn't good.... The GHOST.OfC hasn't been very pleased with how we are patrolling, he felt as if we were isolating the Eastern and Western parts of the city, but shortly after he had called us to the plaza...They came... Zombies started filling the plaza and multiple citizens have already been mauled to death by this point, blood was everywhere. The Grid unit quickly put turrets out, but there were these different types of zombies... They jump and ran rather than walked in a sluggish pace. Oh and their screams... I can't get their damn screams out of my head.. They let out a mind piercingly high pitched scream and it's the last thing you can hear before they rip the skull out of your head. I saw a group of them pounce on a single woman and needless to say, she wasn't alive for very long and to add insult to injury, the zombies knocked the turrets onto the ground which caused the chain of turrets to go haywire. They started targeting everything. Citizens, zombies, themselves...Officers... Multiple lives were lost, we even were close to losing the GHOST.OfC, but luckily our HELIX unit was on the scene to provide medical attention. In the midst of all that happening, I saw something crawling through the checkpoint....It was, it was horrifying. It was a walking pile of organs and rotten blood that had crusted around those organs and in the middle of all of that was a spine with all of its components ripped apart and snapped out of it. It had 5, maybe 6 of these black crab-like creatures, just like the other zombies, but these ones were different... I was the first to see them, but luckily they were slow, but one of the officers hadn't noticed it and I took action. I set my stun-stick to high and ran to save him, but I let one thing slip out my mind...The one damn thing I needed to keep my self alive, the turrets, the **** turrets.. When I walked up, everything was bright. I heard a high pitch noise that pierced my ear drums. I couldn't hear anything besides that. A few seconds had passed and I started feeling light, like I was floating in a sense, but then it all stopped and I dropped to the ground, I put my hand down to stabilize myself, but all I feel is a warm puddle of....Blood. If it hadn't been for that very Helix unit, I would have lost my life. He took a white container, full of this strange green liquid and dropped it down next to me. He took out his knife and split my suit open, where the wound was of course and he did his thing. I have no clue how, but I was back up in a matter of mere seconds.. I really wonder what was in that stuff, but that's for me to find out I guess. ::JOURNAL_END::