**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 6ᴛʜ, Sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ!?
~Found some more clothes in the room.
And a bigger bag.
A place for my things.
I suppose I shall make this my new home.
I don’t think anyone would mind.
I think I see traders still at the dock in the distance.
At least they appear living.
My eyes are good, but it’s far away.
I will go investigate. Maybe try to find a quick job for some cash. Still too weak to go scavenging.
Strong enough to fight if I have too.
Hope I don’t though.
We’ll see.
Hope they aren’t hostile.
…
Nope, just high.
One of them recognized me from treating the wounded at the hospital.
Maybe some karma will come from helping people.
I hope so.
One gave me a free meal.
I almost cried in front of her.
It meant so much to me.
I ate right there as I waited for the boss. I felt better. She may have saved me. She doesn’t even realize it. How much things like that mean to me. I am always formal and polite with people. I try to be composed and professional. Polite. I am always careful with what I say. I want to be accepted. Liked.
I don’t want humans trying to kill me. Or hurt me.
I want us to work together.
I can only really relax and be casual around friends. People I know. Trust. I don’t have anyone here like that yet.
The Captain gave me a price list. I know what I am working with now. How much things cost.
I have an idea of the islands economy.
He offered to give me a discount on bullets… ATC seems kind. I will repay their kindness. Remember it. Find a way to pay them back.
He introduced me to Conrad.
He’s handsome. Nice.
Maybe I should invite Conrad and Porkins over to the new place I found for some INS/Immigrant action. I wonder if I could sell pictures of that…
They can make me a Jill Sandwich!
If only Arklay had a internet…
…
I felt stronger, and did a little scavenging after I ate.
I encountered more zombies on the road.
Another pair.
At first I thought I could sneak past them. They did not look like they had anything on them worth risking a fight.
But they noticed me. My movement.
When one of them stood up, their belly ripped open and all their intestines and stomach and uterus and liver and bladder spilled out onto the pavement. It’s more terrible when your a medic and know what your seeing. Not knowing does not make it any less horrific. It was sickening. Horrific. But I hoped the entrail entanglement would let me slip away.
Then the other one closed in. Grabbed me.
I thrust at her from the shadows. My machete went under her chin and up into her skull, killing her, but got stuck.
Then I felt the other one, grabbing me, biting me.
My heart pounded and I screamed as I felt the bite.
My shoulder.
But her teeth didn’t get through my jacket.
Still the feel of a bite through the fabric was the most horrifying thing I ever felt.
The stench of the zombies.
The sound of their unnatural gurgles, rotting flesh ripping, the decaying and toxic stench of released gases from inside the body.
I had just eaten. I didn’t want to lose my one meal. It was so hard not to vomit.
It was like a nightmare.
I pulled my body away from the bite while thrusting out with my elbow to knock it back.
MY ELBOW WENT INTO HER CHEST
LIKE OMFG
OTL
WTF
JFC
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
FFS
AAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
The feel of my elbow sinking into her zombie titties was even more horrifying.
DAMN THEM TITTIES!
THE FEEL OF MORE OF HER INSIDES SPILLING OUT ONTO ME WAS EVEN MORE HORRIFYING
Luckily it knocked her back.
A man was there.
He stomped on her skull like Super Mario.
I stood there, covered in gore, reeling from my clandestine liaison in this zombie lesbian threesome.
When your a hungry girl, I get that sausage and tuna is all the same, but DON’T EAT ME LIKE THAT!
BETWEEN THE THIGHS OKAY. BETWEEN THE EARS VERY NOT OKAY.
It was like we were all menstruating and fisting and I felt like a Spongebob Squarepants sea sponge tampon.
These are my only clothes.
Even my machete looks like the used tampon of some obese, hairy vagina, sweaty fat girl eating contest league after a 24 hour eating binge with no bathroom breaks.
Oh god.
How am I going to clean all this?
THERE. IS. NO. WAY. THINGS. COULD. POSSIBLY. GET. WORSE.
The man gave me his name and I thanked him.
One of the big guys from the hospital.
I am happy he showed up.
Now to get clean.
I KNOW
Time to go to the Dollhouse!!!!!!!!!
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WHY IS THE POOL STILL BROKEN
WTF
OMG
OMO
OTL
AIGOO
FFS
I HOPE THEY LIKE ZOMBIE GUTS CAUSE I AM SITTING IN THIS THING IN PROTEST
Luckily I found a shirt and panties I could wear.
BUT I WOULD SIT HERE NAKED IF I HAD TOO
CLEANSE ME DOLLHOUSE
WASH AWAY THIS HORROR
CAUSE I AIN’T LEAVING TILL I SEE BUBBLES
DAMN THOSE TITTIES
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