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I really think I could get used to this place. Its never boring, that's for sure. Its nice not having the leeches around. My perspective on vampires has, surprisingly, changed...drastically. Don't get any ideas, Bella.

Private to Bella

How's your hand?

Private to Sonja

What are you doing tonight?

Sometimes being at the police station pays off!

[Private to Bella]

Haha. Guess what I found?

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I got myself a small job at a gun shop, I saw one of the guns that Charlie owns. Nostalgia is probably what made cause for the job taking. At least I'm supporting myself, right?

There has to be something fun to do around this place....Any suggestions?

I'm seconding the voice on the motel rooms being disgusting around here.

Finding dead animals in the shower after getting in is fucking ridiculous. I was halfway worried that the damn thing was gonna come back to life and try to bite me, what with the zombies being on the prowl and all.

I hate it here. I hate my room. I hate the zombies. I hate teleporting devices. I hate squirrely looking rat things that decide to just DIE in my shower. I. Hate. It.

Okay, I'm not entirely sure if someone's playing a prank but it's bleeding brilliant! Seriously, all those things walking around all bonkers. I was trying to talk to some of them but they just ignored me. All moaning and groaning. It's a good thing I didn't get too close, though!

Please tell me that there is more than one inn here and that I accidentally picked the scummiest one! Does anyone happen to know of a sanitary inn with affordable rates?

Hey, want to take a field trip with me?

Is there a brochure for this place? What's the low down? Why the zombies, why the tests?

Why am I here? Are the soldiers on the lower level OZ or Alliance, because I couldn't tell from the uniform alone.

Has anyone met a filthy bloodsucker leech guy named Edward wandering around? Pale, tall, thinks he's better than everyone?

Oh yeah. Or an old guy in a wheelchair talking about sports. Billy Black.

I can here him now, my father. Viktor the wise, the cruel, the elder and the ruler.

The enemy is at the gate.

And yet this is not my world but I feel a kinship to it through this one truth. No matter how different in time and in technology, we are at war with an enemy whom is a sickly reflection of ourselves, wearing all of the atrocity and despair upon them that it would take us to stand and strike them down.

Well, father, I find myself alone. What would you have me do without council or protector or fortress to hide myself away in?

I will fight, again, and hope that we meet in time, or that I find that other so dear to my heart in these ruins.

~ Sonja

Everything here is so strange without Vyse, Aika and even Drachma. There appears to be ground everywhere and water, but not in the air? How is this possible?