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Florn
Legacy Name: Florn

The

Angelic Lain
Owner: Story_909

Age: 17 years, 11 months, 3 weeks

Born: March 30th, 2008

Adopted: 17 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: March 30th, 2008 (Legacy)

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Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 4
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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STRENGTH IN

NUMBERS

Honey, I know it has been a while since you last saw me or heard my voice, but there are a few things you have to know. Five years ago, on the first day of the outbreak, I gave you a shot while you slept. That shot put you in a sedated, frozen state. You have aged, but you haven't needed any food. The shot satiated your hunger. You'll have a few hours after you wake before you need food again, but as the days go by you'll get ravenous. You need to make feeding yourself your number one priority. I've left some non-perishable food sources for you in the cupboard downstairs, but they may have been looted.

You need to keep yourself safe. There's a gun locked underneath your bed in one of your dresser drawers. The key for the lock is hidden in your necklace. Get the gun and stash the bullets before you go down stairs. I don't know what will be waiting for you when you get there.

Remember when I taught you how to shoot a BB gun? You were little - but we shot squirrels and other rodents - they were getting into our food stores and, well... you know how that goes. The pistol will shoot in a similar manner - you'll get the hang of it, I promise.

FORGOTTEN

LINES

When you get downstairs don't be alarmed. There may be bodies on the ground. Those bodies are the bodies that belong to the infected - the ones who weren't as lucky as you are. Some people were able to get shots like you did - but the vast majority of our population was not able to. I hope you'll be able to find someone - someone who isn't sick - on your upcoming journeys. You'll need to head out of town to somewhere where you can get more supplies - like wood, twine, and other things. You'll need to put your foraging skills to good use...

If you see my body, honey - sweet angel, I'm sorry. I couldn't become one of the infected - I could never be undead. I'm sorry, but I had to.

HAVE FAITH

STAY STRONG

Your bow might still be in the garage - you're going to have to make it down stairs and /possibly/ shoot past some zombies in order to check and see if it is still there. Ideally, it would be your weapon of choice. Arrows are reusable, bullets are a finite resource.

No matter what happens, Florn, I love you. Hey - do you remember how I used to make fun of you over your affinity with that leather/steampunk garbage? Well, I'm sorry for that. You used to lecture me about how leather was the only quality material and how it would last forever - well, now you'll be one of the only young ladies out in the world with clothing that isn't deteriorated. See? Sometimes you make good decisions and you don't even realize how much they'll help you in the future. I'll always admire your foresight for that reason. I know that nobody knew this could happen - but I think that somehow, you were always prepared for it.

Honey - I know you have the strength to make it through this. Now - quick, get yourself together. Once you awaken they will be able to smell you again, and you need to be able to defend yourself.

Feed yourself, defend yourself, and stay alive. I love you angel!

~Dad

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