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"In the year of our Lord two thousand and thirteen, the alchemy of wealth from air will bring a second Blight upon mankind." "As the Revelation shows, when death overcomes life, so shall man walk eternally in purgatory, and those who long for the bosom of God shall not find it, as death itself flees from them to smother the world in gray damnation."
"This fog of death will cloak the land, and those men who are not prepared will succumb to its foul clutches." "Harken not the beast with a thousand eyes, whose split tongue defiles and embrace your demise, and none shall escape its gaze."
"Therefore prepare, for a small few shall be spared, and they will be the enlightened ones, the prepared ones, the ones who seek to possess the fabled Panacea."
"For the others, hell and fire will be their soul's reward."
"Fathers will not know their sons; sons will damn their fathers."
"The CN Tower and Empire State Building shall fall when the Ravens flee."
"And when the Tower and Empire crumble, so too, will Canada and New York, and surely as night follows day."
"If you would survive, bury yourself in the earth's bosom, that she may protect you"
"For God shows no mercy to those who heed not His words, and the man who has grown fat upon the backs of his fellows with insatiable greed will himself starve for life and turn at last to devour his own children."
"Thus will the end come, and the world made unworthy in His eyes, so that He may begin anew. You will know when His Heralds sound seven bells, to reveal His glory."
"And a cleansing fire of black angels will purify the world."
"From these ashes shall arise a new utopia in North America, like unto Heaven on earth."

"Video Log: Day 17, Month #6... Its been that many days since this outbreak first started, and I don't know how many more survivors there are.

I've been keeping myself safe in the Bunker... Food supply is still good and so is the water.. Power's running fine, so that's something. I've got the place barricaded, nothing in, nothing out. I found a little pothole leading to the sewers which I use to get around when I need some supplies or fuel for the generator, but I need to seal it off every day in case "they" show up.. So far, its been weeks without an attack.. And I'm freaking out. This isn't normal, even for "them".. I've heard of other safe houses being compromised, but nothing's touched this one..

Anyways, down to what I've been wanting to tell... I've found a communications building just around the corner from here, so I'll upload all these logs in hopes that somebody is listening. If you're watching this: Send. Help. Now!! There are innocent civilians still trapped here, every day it gets worse. More and more of "them" keep piling out into the streets and its becoming difficult to avoid them all. I've managed to find a few survivors and bring them to the Bunker, but I don't know how many more are still alive.. From what I could tell, the outbreak has been isolated here, so that's something.. But please, for the love of God, people are dying here.. Send help, please.. "They"'re coming... And I don't know how much longer we can hold out.

End of Video Log."

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The empty streets of the once crowded Toronto were desolate. Void of all life, not even a cockroach would be found wandering the streets for fear of being caught by what lurked in the dark. Down the streets a little while nearby the Queensway, a lone figure wearing a large backpack slowly made its way along the sidewalk. Examining abandoned cars, fallen bodies and even trashcans he discovered along the way, the figure continued its lone march. With a sigh, the young man brushed a dirty hand through his messy, long brown hair and glanced around at the buildings. He knew that he couldn't stay out too long during the day, but supplies in the Z Bunker were running low and he had drawn the shortest straw, which meant he had to head out and gather some more items. He had made a list of things he would need. In the bag, he already had two tubs of water, a dozen cans of beans and non perishables, medical equipment like bandaids and pills, as well as some ammunition and accessories he had found amongst the wreckage of the once great Canadian city. The only things he needed left were some batteries and alcohol, both for drinking and for medicinal use. Knowing exactly where to go, he was headed for the long since abandoned Eaton Centre, knowing that he could hopefully find something of use inside the massive shopping centre.

As Marcus continued to March down the streets, the dark feelings surrounding his heart continued to grow. Everything hurt. His legs, his eyes, his chest.. And what was it all for? So he could live another day? What reasons to keep living did the 19 year old have if the chances of surviving against hordes of man-eating beasts grew slimmer with each passing day? The only thing keeping him going was the fact that he could help others who were in need and eventually get back to his family. In truth, Marcus hadn't eaten anything decent for around 4 days now, except for a quarter piece of some stale bread. He had been surviving on water an let the others back at the Z Bunker, as he called it, eat the more nutritious stuff. They had families; children and old folks to feed. If he had to choose between starving and allowing a child or helpless elderly person to starve while he engorged himself, Marcus would choose to starve. Ironically enough, he technically had chosen to starve, but managed to eat small bits to conserve his energy.

Along the way to the mall, he had found a candy bar. Promptly, kneeling that it would only cause arguments if he brought it with him when he got back to the bunker, Marcus just ate the damn thing. Why? Because in his opinion, he deserved a fucking candy bar after everything he's done for the people he rescued. Finally arriving at the Eaton Centre, Marcus reached into his bag and grabbed the long, thick cricket bat he preferred using and hung onto it tightly. So far, there had been no infected roaming the streets aside from the one he killed before finding the candy bar in a separate shop... But when you're living in a Zombie Apocalypse, there was no such thing as safe. With a deep, shaky breath and a nod of personal support, Marcus slowly stepped forwards into the mall, the cricket bat still tightly grasped in his hands and ready to strike anything that moved.

"Just get in, then get out.." the young man thought to himself as he crept through the ruined structure that was once the great Eaton Centre, looking around desperately for what he desired to find.

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