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Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 13ᴛʜ, Hᴏʀsᴇᴘʟᴀʏ.

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**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 13ᴛʜ, Hᴏʀsᴇᴘʟᴀʏ.
~Rested. Woke up. Worked out.

Inspected the new rifle that the masked man gave me. It is a good one. I suppose if I do not find a pistol it will serve me well. Very similar to my old rifle. Even has a scope. Too bad it is not made for a silencer. I am hesitant to buy more ammo until I have a pistol. I want to at least keep enough money to buy one. A pistol would be much better for what I do. And I can customize it easily. John taught me about custom modding guns. My old pistol was extremely nice. Accurate, balanced, smooth, and just as fast as a revolver.

And it had hello kitty decals.

Oo-meow.

Lady Tiger.

What the bikers used to call me.

It was cute.

John was a certified instructor. Even gave lessons and training seminars for police.

The contrast was always interesting. How cops are trained more to use non-lethal force and to capture people alive. Soldiers training is all about how to kill people.

We got along with local law enforcement though. And they liked me.

I would love to get my hands on a Submachine Gun. Compact, light weight, high capacity, fast. I could cut zombie bukkakes down like a lawn mower. I don’t like assault rifles. Too big, too heavy, too loud. Not practical for zombies. Military ammo is rare too. And there is no bunkers, armories or reserves on this island.

I will avoid trying to mod this rifle, since it still belongs to the masked man. I will take care of it and only use it if I have too… Though a bayonet would be a handy addition.

Reach matters. Especially when you are a small woman.

I checked in at the AES first.

No new updates.

No bosses in.

No reply to my latter.

I saw a big man when I arrived, but he was leaving.

Mostly it was me and Joseph again.

Nnnnnnn. Hospital is still out of power too. Who is running this place?

Winter is coming.

It gonna be cold.

Roamed the town. The only generator I saw on was the ATC’s.

Checked a few of the vehicles.

Found nothing really useful.

Maybe I should see about getting another motorcycle.

Saw an amusement park.

Saw zombies.

Will come back to that later.

As well as the lab on the hill.

Went to Dollhouse.

A man came in with a severed horse head.

The boss came in with a naked girl.

There was AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH everywhere.

I cleaned it up.

I got food and water.

I’m actually feeling pretty good.

I think the roller girl is starting to like me.

I like it here.

Time to midol up and wish I still had my T-ara albums.

Because you can’t spell cramps without amps.

Or slaughter without laughter.
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