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eveglassSo that little head-cold I thought I was developing last week? Turns out it was a full-on illness that made me feel like I myself was a zombie for the next five days. I'm not entirely healed up yet, but enough that I felt I could run mission 11.
So remember how last time I picked up a box addressed to Dr. Myers, our doctor at Abel Township. It turns out it was from her girlfriend Paula. It turns out, in fact, that Paula had been part of a team of researchers that may have inadvertently caused the entire zombie apocalypse.
Yes, friends, as it always seems to happen, it was for the best of reasons: trying to help people. The trials in rats had surpassed the researchers' expectations: entire limbs regenerated! In the first human trials, 50 people were administered a dose of VS72. Forty-nine people were fine. One person, "patient 29"... was not. His wife took him to the hospital. He died. He came back to life. He bit someone. The research team were absolutely sure it had nothing to do with them, until it was too late.
Classic.
Anyway, Paula has no idea who Patient 29 was, though she suggested someone we might be able to talk to, if he's still alive. I wonder if I'll be running that mission in the future.
It was a fairly heart-wrenching recording from Paula, all things considered, the final words of a woman who knows she's probably never going to see her lover again, who's scared and lonely and horrified at what she's done. And the key tension, of course, is that you both feel for Maxine (Dr. Myers), who's lost her love, and also want to strangle that same love by the throat and say, "Don't you see what you've done?! You've doomed us all!"
So, conflicting emotions.
Not to much from Jack and Eugene today, because it was a fairly short walk, only 44 minutes, the distance home from my mom's house. Mostly Jack and Eugene, the radio dudes, were just joking around, though they did put out a plea for power cables, jacks, and so on. i.e. The small bits needed to make their beautiful A/V rig into something that could be really useful and good-sounding. If I see any power cables on my walks, I'll send 'em their way.
Otherwise, not much to report from today's walk. It was very humid out, and I'm glad I beat the rain. While I'm mostly better from my illness, it felt like there was something sharp in the back of my throat that was really, really annoying. Hopefully that'll be gone before my next walk.
And that's it for now. Time to shower and feel human again.
So remember how last time I picked up a box addressed to Dr. Myers, our doctor at Abel Township. It turns out it was from her girlfriend Paula. It turns out, in fact, that Paula had been part of a team of researchers that may have inadvertently caused the entire zombie apocalypse.
Yes, friends, as it always seems to happen, it was for the best of reasons: trying to help people. The trials in rats had surpassed the researchers' expectations: entire limbs regenerated! In the first human trials, 50 people were administered a dose of VS72. Forty-nine people were fine. One person, "patient 29"... was not. His wife took him to the hospital. He died. He came back to life. He bit someone. The research team were absolutely sure it had nothing to do with them, until it was too late.
Classic.
Anyway, Paula has no idea who Patient 29 was, though she suggested someone we might be able to talk to, if he's still alive. I wonder if I'll be running that mission in the future.
It was a fairly heart-wrenching recording from Paula, all things considered, the final words of a woman who knows she's probably never going to see her lover again, who's scared and lonely and horrified at what she's done. And the key tension, of course, is that you both feel for Maxine (Dr. Myers), who's lost her love, and also want to strangle that same love by the throat and say, "Don't you see what you've done?! You've doomed us all!"
So, conflicting emotions.
Not to much from Jack and Eugene today, because it was a fairly short walk, only 44 minutes, the distance home from my mom's house. Mostly Jack and Eugene, the radio dudes, were just joking around, though they did put out a plea for power cables, jacks, and so on. i.e. The small bits needed to make their beautiful A/V rig into something that could be really useful and good-sounding. If I see any power cables on my walks, I'll send 'em their way.
Otherwise, not much to report from today's walk. It was very humid out, and I'm glad I beat the rain. While I'm mostly better from my illness, it felt like there was something sharp in the back of my throat that was really, really annoying. Hopefully that'll be gone before my next walk.
And that's it for now. Time to shower and feel human again.
