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[ LOG ██-21 ]
Faint footsteps could be heard, pitter patter, almost seemed like a pattern.
" Can you believe it, this town's already decaying to this.. infection. "
It seemed like there were two people, just.. who?
" I suppose. "
The recorder clicked as the person was holding onto it walked away from the other person a bit, making that pitter patter noise.
" Are you recording this? We spoke about using the recorder being used when we had our conversations, Floret. "
" It's easier to keep tract of our conversations, no? Especially if used against either of us, Hexa. "
Silence. it's taken up three minutes of the recording, already.
" I suppose you're right.. Tension grew between us, let's take a walk in Paradise. "
" Are you out of your mind, Hexa? It's night, infected are most likely lurking out there. I'm not walking late at night, just 'cause tension between us, grew. "
" I'm sure we if we run into any, we'll defend ourselves off. It's how we survive, Floret. "
" Still, I'm not crazy as walking out at night?! You're out of your mind again, hexa. "
Floret's steps had gone towards Hexa, it seems like an argument had broken out from Hexa saying that.
" You are out your mind. Our conversation is done here, get out of my lab. Go take a walk with yourself. "
" Floret, you're really tense for a calm person, no? Take a walk, we'll have to exit at some point anyways. "
" Oh hush. "
Floret turned from Hexa, walking over to a desk, as he looked over his notes.
He heavily sighed, looking back up at Hexa.
" Fine. We'll take that walk, if you gets you to shut up about it. "
A groan could be heard from Floret as he pulled out the record from his pocket, making a shuffling noise that the recorder picked up.
A click could be heard, as it went silent.
[ END OF LOG. ]
{ There seems to be notes from under the tape. Read? }
{ Reading.. }
” Whatever you do, do not █████ ████.
These notes were for my experimentation, now I know trusting ████ was a bad idea.
Trusting ████ will be your worst and biggest mistake.
Whatever you do, do not tell ████ about the recording log.
Do not █████ ███ at all.
This tape will have these notes attached.
Leave, and never come back.
{ The rest of writing is smeared.. Stopping.. }
{ Action cancelled to continue. }
[ LOG ██-22 ]
The recorder clicked, starting the beginning of a new recording.
" For recording purposes of our conversations, Hexa. "
" Ehem, anyways. Town is slowly crumbling by the bit, buildings are collapsing. No major damage, of course. Hexa, any thoughts of this town? Anything really. "
" Our conversations stay between us on that. We had a conversation about this. "
" Sure, sure. Whatever. "
The recorder was shoved into his pocket, making the shuffling noise that will be played on the tape.
" So, uh. General talk, yeah? Uh.. "
Floret groaned, as he didn't know whether to be upset right now.
" How do you think the infection started, like.. "
" Floret. Our conversations stay between us. The world, if people find that tape, the world doesn't need to always know. "
" Alright, jesus. Calm down. I'll stop talking about it if you're that.. gatekeep about it. "
They continued walking around the city, pitter patter, over and over again.
Silence filled the empty space and the infected walking around somewhere near.
" So.. Actually, I'll just be quiet. Seems like we don't have the feeling to speak to each other. "
It had been silent for about five minutes now, but they kept walking.
The recorder clicked a few times on and off to not waste space for any more talking later on.
Hexa and Floret stopped onto a bridge, a bridge that was over a huge river of water.
They watched over the bridge, right at the water that still surprisingly flowed through the huge gap of space.
" It's.. interesting, no? "
" I suppose. "
A growl, a zombie growl was behind them, and they weren't aware, yet the recording had picked it up.
" –Floret. "
" —Watch out. "
Floret had completely zoned out, even forgetting about the recording that was still going.
Did Hexa say somethi—
" FLORET, WATCH OUT— "
Without Floret realizing, he had gotten attacked, attacked by a zombie.
" OH— "
Floret immediately grabbed his axe, swinging it at the zombie that has just attacked him.
Few swings later, it was finally dead.
Floret put his axe back on his belt piece, then swiftly checked for where he got hit.
The recorder picked up a lot of shuffling noises.
" Oh, are you kidding me. "
Floret had gotten bit.
The recording stops with an automatic click. it ran out of space to use.
[ END OF LOG. ]
{ A ripped two page note was left behind.. Read? }
{ Reading.. }
Welcome to Paradise City. A city that— had paradise within. Now, it's fully abandoned, only scraps of items remain untouched. There are infecteds lurking around at night, and sometimes day. Be quick to find a safe space, or nowhere is safe to stay.
Watch your back, they'll always be there.
Watch who you trust. Some people cannot be trusted, whether you see it now or later.
{ Flipping the page.. }
follow the steps, ██████.
██████ watch out.
we could be at risk, for our work sakes.
██████, if you don't follow what you're after, you won't get far.
you didn't listen to my advice, i specifically told you.
our conversations needs don't need to be ██████ out there in the world for ████████ to see.
what if they found out the █████ about the █████████?
- ████
[ LOG ██-02 ]
we're running out of time, ██████.
the world can't possibly know, so I'm sending this recording to you.
if we continue slowing down on this, we'll have to use the ███████ ███████.
if you haven't edited the code, of course.
we'll have to edit it if we have to make any ██████ to it.
continue whatever you're after, with this █████████, i have no plans for the cure.
we don't have to use the ███████ ███████ if we get a head start onto this.
slow down anymore, and we'll have to use the machine on someone.
we don't want that, now do we?
- ████