**Disclaimer: Mi-Hyun’s journal is entirely from her IC perspective, where she deals with her innermost conflicts and emotions. It is where she gets them out. It can be intense and emotional, because that is how Mi-Hyun is under the surface. Keep in mind she has her own trauma and triggers from the world too. None of it is intended to be meant or taken OOC. I like to fully immerse myself into my character and her world, so this is one way to do it. I very much like realistic, deep and detailed RP and storylines. Especially with it’s own drama and multiple layers. Characters and their imperfections.

Mi-Hyun’s Journal is written in an old diary by hand. She often leaves it with her things where ever she stores them. If anyone ever wants to get a hold of it or go through her things, IM me and let me know.

Knowing someone’s innermost thoughts can be a double edged sword though, since her journal does not have the same politeness or sugar coating Mi-Hyun does! It is literally an open book to the world through her eyes. And it is sometimes funny, and sometimes cruel, but it is all Mi-Hyun. The diary also reflects her current state of mind and psychological health, which is something I am keeping track of along with her physical health. I keep track of everything on my characters. It adds a new layer for me to consider her mental health condition along with her physical health condition.**
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Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 10ᴛʜ, Sʟᴇᴇᴘ.
~Slept.

Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 11ᴛʜ, Fᴀᴠᴏʀs.
~Awoke.

Did yoga and kickboxing practice.

Dualities. Ironies.

Checked my gear.

Checked my clothes.

Thought about my jobs.

Smelled my money.

Said a prayer.

Cleaned and sharpened my machete.

Nine kills.

None human.

Carried my Wonder Wash and the bottle of detergent over to the Dollhouse.

Decided to check in on things at the hospital.

…

Quiet.

Explored the hospital to find out where things were. Learn the lay out better. Asked Joseph questions.

No lab.

Just a hospital.

Learned that I am supposed to charge for treatment and that I only get paid for time in the hospital. Not when I am working outcall or in the field.

So many hours wasted.

I supposed I helped others, but… Help others or myself?

To bad I had no one to teach me anything when I came here. Still don’t. Been working and learning on my own. I know the head doctor. Doctor K. Have not seen her much. Joseph said she got stabbed.

Zombies don’t stab.

Who would attack medical staff? There are so few people with medical skills remaining. So few willing or wanting to help.

I have just had my own medical skills and knowledge. The rest has been learning how things are here as I go.

Just myself against zombies, fanatical raiders… Thankfully the militias are not hostile to us.

The Sheriff is dead. No law enforcement left. We have to make do without. Hopefully humans realize that they need for us to work together. That we need each other to survive this war against the undead.

I guess I am one of them now. Human. Survivor. Arklay resident.

I made far less at the AES than I do at the Dollhouse, and I only work there part time.

No place has power.

Time to do some work.

…

Went to the ATC.

Worked out a discount trade.

Treated one of their injured.

They had no pistols still… But the man I treated gave me a rifle to use until I can find a pistol.

They have shown me trust and honor, and I shall repay it.

I am slowly feeling a little better.

At least I have a rifle again.

But I would much rather have a pistol.

I suppose I should be happy I have this much.

…

Zombies.

Eleven.

I totally don’t miss my hand phone.

But I do miss the pictures.

I want my family back.
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