[Thought for the day; A foolish man puts his trust in luck, a wise man put his trust in the Emperor]
The Emperor must have been watching us these last few days, I have seen such things that I sincerely hope never again to see again, but I will faithfully record them so I can at least keep the memory of the fallen alive...
After we cleared and fortified the town's small arbites precinct, curiously enough there were no signs of battle, but all the same I am comforted by the thick walls around me, it would take a lot to topple these, Sergeant Huxe has organized search parties to clear the last, and darkest of the inner chambers, luckily we encountered none of the town's diseased populace, so we set to work repairing the misused defenses of the outer walls and when the sergeant was satisfied we salvaged all we could from the wrecked chimera.
When we got back to the precinct we had somehow amassed a large collection of useful items; blankets, emergency rations, jerry cans full of water and many others, but we barely had shut the gates behind us and deposited it on the ground when one of the sentries on the wall began yelling hysterically, "Those...things
I turn and ran towards the nearest stairs leading up to the outer wall's parapet, my borrowed lasgun slapping against my, also alas
, borrowed flak armor, but my dearest diary, when I looked over the wall I didn’t see any individual enemies, but a whole broiling sea of them, all jostling and groaning piteously, and definitely smelling of things I don’t care to mention or maybe I just don’t want to.
But the same rage I had felt the first time I saw these victims of disease, overcame me and I unholstered my weapon and fired, it surprised me how fragile some of these so-called zombies were, sometimes my lasgun killed two of them with one shot, but I was past caring all I kept doing was firing, fire, fire, fire, all turning into a blur then a red haze and finally I don’t remember the rest...
Later I was informed by our patrol's wide eyed medical officer, Herman Ternsy, that I had fired my rifle until I had run out of energy cells, instead of stopping there I had also, apparently, jumped down into the midst of the diseased and then proceeded to go through them like a hurricane with my chainsword, according to the young man, when I asked him who told him this story he said, "Nobody Reverend, I saw you do all that with me own eyes"
I looked up at him as if he had just grown a new head and I tried to sit up, but a wave of pain met me, the kind medic nearly shoved me back down and said with some annoyance, as if he had to do this with me more than once, "lay down and DONT MOVE!" the last few words coming out as a strangled half-scream, "you have three broken ribs, a mild concussion and one perfectly slashed up right arm"
I started to say, 'how?' when he waved me quiet, impatiently, and slowly explained how I was wounded, " You did jump into the middle of a whole lot of angry enemies, they all started clawing at your arm when they realized what that chainsword of yours can do, and the ribs are from when they threw you into the wall as well as the concussion from Sergeant Huxe to take you back inside, you were still raving by the time the zombies retreated"
"Huxe knocked me out?" I asked incredulously, the Sergeant was mostly a quiet man who wouldn’t hit anyone in the patrol except for good reason, "I must of been totally out of control, but how did it happen?” I also asked myself
and even to this day I still don’t know, Diary what's happening to me?
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