Walther's Notes (Zombie)

Can be seen and heard everywhere. Children raised by loving parents, now nothing but deranged killers. The government had already sealed up the first known infected zone, but nobody were aware that everyone was already infected to begin with. I strongly believe the virus is nearly to completely undetected while you're still yourself, so no matter how you go down, you always come back to bring others with you. Nevertheless how many containment zones would be sealed off the world, another springs to life in its own excruciating way.

Walther's Notes (Ticker)

One of the things to comprehend are the workers of many jobs out there, formerly ready for duty. Those did not take long to show around the city, people in hazmat suits moaning and roaming for flesh. They cannot eat because of the mask, but they can harm and is unknowingly willing to do so. Perhaps to speed up the manslaughter? The actual threat, however, are those little cylinders of his. Spilling toxicity and radioactivity all over the place, a true living bomb. It is very crucial to never shoot him from behind as you won't be killing to dispatch of the problem, but creating another. Thankfully - you are likely to die before cancer itself finishes the job.

Walther's Notes (Digger)

Remember the Ticker? I like to call them that because it drives the geiger counter nuts - they weren't the only jobs to bring havoc, you know. We grew used and instintively started avoiding being close to them without really doing it voluntarily, it's like the body's care for self preservation - there's another job alike theirs. We were setting up defences for a last stand since the rescue alerted us ahead of time to be a little off-schedule, and it was pretty darn sturdy until we found a hole behind us. Doesn't seems like miners were safe in their caves, as no other than a zombie dug that hell's hole. Hopefully we can adapt to this new threat soon like we did with the former.

Walther's Notes (Edgar)

Holding ground is quite the gambling, but quite easy to sustain if you amass firepower to do it. Each bullet helps, and with zombies lacking them, they can't really do much rather than going face-first and finally reaching us within their grasp - and often viable until ammunition gets a better hold of us and improvision takes place. However, today was... different. It took me a while to realize due to the heat of the fight, but i've noticed less and less personnel by the minute. One of the infected, instead of going for us, made us go for him, because of an abnormal tongue entangling its prey. They seem to be particularly green compared to the rest, so prioritization is a must.

Damien's Notes (Leaper)

Pisseth off, el hunterino das trevas.

Walther's Notes (Brute)

At first I thought it was just a bodybuilder who fell victim to the virus. Our group were to leave the forsaken place, and we mocked out of relief that not even that robust man could get us. That we were safe, but the tables completely turned when all of us got staggered in a fraction of a second. This one's creative, it carries and throws a club with great strength, but far more than speculated. Comes in question either or not he was formerly healthy, or mutated into a goliath. It's terrifying to know it's actually smart enough to maul us with strategy.

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Damien's Notes (Elemental)

Cultists in the art of shenaniganism.

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Walther's Notes (Stalker)

It wasn't long until the first our group had encountered that more started to pop up out of the darkness, creeping behind a corner. Staring. One of our members saw it peeking and instinctively shot it - or so it seemed, but ran away. Poor kid probably felt confident that he killed him, as soon as he distanced himself from the group to take a closer look, this... "thing", grabbed him and bolted. We tried to rescue but came to a halt as soon as we realized that the direction this little cricket went was towards the horde. It's as if he wanted to share his trophy...