My name is Kari, but I go by the handle zombie moxie when I can find a decent connection. Thing is, the zombies aren't the worst thing you have to worry about. There are depraved fucks on every corner waiting to pounce on me, and don't I know it. Just the other day that fucker Gary from the across the street tried to steal some of my generators. Shot him straight through the temple without a second thought. Rest in peace, you son of a bitch.
I broadcast using a generator and the makeshift receivers located on my rooftop. Every entrance in my house is reinforced with steel -- all of my years of easy A grades in shop class finally paid off.
My mother, kid sis, and kid brother never came home from work and school. I've been fighting this nightmare all by myself, and I'll be damned if I'm going to lose. I'll get these fuckers for you guys. I'll get every last one.
I used to be the receptionist at the Umbrella Corporation's corporate headquarters. I've been hearing strange things about them now. About the outbreaks, conspiracies. And here I was thinking I was doing something great by working for a medical supplier. You can't count on shit these days.
I hope to find more honest, competent, and safe refugees in Raccoon City, but I wont hold my breath. I'm not going to abandon my town. I'll fight and die here if I have to.
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