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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 6, 2012 8:45:15 GMT -7
This is the journal of Miguel Jesús D'Cruz. The journal itself is tan leather with a lion on the front. It is a journal made in Italy and exported the the United States and can be bought at your local Barnes and Nobles for around $20. On the parchment colored lined pages, one can find the interesting tales of a hispanic man as he traverses a world overrun with zombies with his three amigos: Luke, Rusty, and Ikenna.
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 17, 2012 14:24:13 GMT -7
I record my history now so that any who find this can understand a man they never knew. I'll try to write this in English since most of the Americanos are English speakers solamentes. Good thing for you that my English is quite fabulous.
As an older man, I look upon the time when I was but a niño with a sad sigh. Mis padres were very poor. We lived in some small town in Texas and scraped by with what little we could make while living in a small broken house. Many around us got a hefty paycheck from the drug cartel surrounding us, but mi padre... My papá was un hombre of honor... and strength. He never gave in and would have tanned my hide had he ever caught me, his only son, stealing or selling such obscene things. Thus, my papá started fighting back against the cartel. He was brave and many good people respected him. But, being an enemy of the cartel as my papá was, meant that we were enemies with 75 percent of the town. I had few kids that would associate with me and even fewer amigos. I rode our only horse, a grouchy old stallion named Verano, as a past time... That or played futból. Not that mindless futból Americano, but what you probably know better as 'soccer'.
My mamá, bless her dear heart, insisted I get a proper schooling and my papá, remarkably, made it so. I went to school and listened well and got the best grades that I could. All through school, una chica named Rosa was my best friend. Eventually, another boy named Samuél joined us and we were a trio of remarkable taste and dastardly deeds. Fueled by pride in my papá and a growing desire to be as he, I lead my friends into very real dangers as we pulled numerous pranks on the cartel's jefe. A poor choice, but we were never caught.
Unfortunately, suspicions about my involvement in this ran deep in the cartel and when I was introduced to the nefarious atmosphere that is high school, I was most unfortunate to be in the same grade as el jefe's son, Rodrigo, who'd been held back repeatedly. The tension between us was quick to explode. At first, I was not afraid of this boy who was quite a bit large than I... But that was bravery and arrogance talking. And I thought that he would fight fair. I was wrong. He beat me with veinte of his amigos to help him... I had gone alone. If it weren't for Rosa finding my papá and bringing him to me, Rodrigo would have succeeded in beating me quite literally to death. After a lovely two weeks in the hospital and a permanent gimp in my left leg, I returned to school to find that dear sweet Rosa had been assaulted brutally as well as Samuél. We were a sorry sight indeed. Ashamed of the hurt I had brought them, I pushed them away from me with a heavy heart and tried to stand on my own so that no other would be hurt because of me. Time after time, my attempts failed violently. I began to resent the people around me who did nothing to stand up to these men... I avoided my papá. thinking that he was disappointed in the son who could not win a single battle against these thugs.My grades started to slip as did my life entirely. Only my mamá and papá kept me on straighter path. My papá, however, was not tonto and he forced the wretched stories of self-hatred and depravity from me. He simply nodded afterwards responded with some advice I have not forgotten: "Sometimes, you can lose every battle and still win the war. A war isn't over until one side gives up. If you never give up, you will never lose. If retreating will save the life or others or yourself, then run- just come back and return the favor." Since then, if a fight looks to hard for me, I have turned tail and run- but always returning the favor tresfold. I avenged sweet Rosa the next day and returned to her side and defended Samuel and brought our trio of trouble back together.
Lacking the money to go to college, I picked up the horse ranching business. I had only our stallion, Verano, at first, but Heaven soon smiled upon me by leaving a beautiful white mare and a hellish black mare in the pasture on my wedding night. Neither horse was claimed, so I kept them for myself. ... For a few years, my life was most definitely blessed with my wife, dear Rosa, daughter, Lupita, and Bianca, the white mare and the horse that my daughter learned to ride on. But it was not meant to be. While I had gotten my revenge on the cartel from my past, it seems that Rodrigo had yet to get revenge back upon me. And he got it...
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Post by Miguel D'Cruz on Apr 17, 2012 14:38:31 GMT -7
I remember the day clearly... My wife at the time... Her name, I don't know... Sara? Bella? No sé. But, she was eaten alive on her way home. I stuck around in the house until the fateful day at which I met with the ugliest thing I have ever seen. This thing was later named, an 'atlas'. This atlas snuck up on my rustic home in the small town of Meadow Brooks Falls. I was warned by the loud holler of sweet Calixta and the shaking of the ground before I spotted this horrible beast. I was prepared to leave before that, knowing that all good things must end. I had my trusty Ford F-150 ready and able to run with the trailer firmly attached to the back with my saddle, halter, blanket, my two whips, a rope, and several bales of hay along with provisions for myself. Knowing that whatever this thing was, it would not be good, I got Calixta, the last horse born from Bianca, and my strong appaloosa gelding, Zorro, and shooed them into the trailer. I ran back inside my house quickly for the cane that I had.... Have begun to rely on to walk easier. As I ran back out the door, a huge rock soared like a demented bird into my house and took off a whole corner. The beast was coming up fast. I climbed into my truck and drove off with a four-armed hulk close on my tail for too long for comfort. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before the gas tank ran on empty and I had nothing left but my two horses, two whips, a cane with hidden sword, and a rope.
Since all the rich people who had all the expensive and delicious rum are now dead... I have taken it upon myself to loot these lovely manors for the sake of not letting this rum go to waste. That would be terrible, no?
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