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level one: house
Diary: Moving to “Paradise” was a tragic mistake. People here are…sick. I
hear gunshots, screams after dark. Now the phone calls, sayin’ I’m being
thrown outta this house. MY house, Wearing Kevlar vest and carrying a
sidearm at all times now…
level two: truckstop/sherrif’s station
Diary: Worst fears confirmed. Group of lunatics tried to invade my home.
Must get to truckstop and Sherrif, see if anyone there can help me. Afraid only
God can help me now…
level three: the hovel
Diary: Like animals – even the Sheriff! Everyone here is infected with
something. Something in the air, or water. Don’t know. Maybe from Air Force
Base? Hope not – that base may turn out to be my last hope…..
level four: the parade
Diary: Must face the possibility that I am only uninfected person in Paradise.
Air Force must napalm entire town…ensure this madness doesn’t contaminate
rest of the country! Wait! I hear…music? Damn! It IS music! Better check this
out…
level five: bridge and mine entrance
War Journal: It’s war now. That “parade” of murderous maniacs marching
down the middle of Main St. was…..sobering. Everyone here is mad, sick….
Must attempt to cross the bridge, lose myself in the mines….
level by level guide
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level six: mine interior
War Journal: Didn’t think I’d make it. Sitting duck on bridge. Must work my
way through these caverns…they open into junkyard on far side of
town…either way. I’ll have the advantage in these narrow mines!
level seven: the salvage yard
War Journal: Crossed the bridge, successfully navigated the underground
mines and have emerged into salvage yard. Am now straight in my mind
about what I have to do and will do it as efficiently and remorselessly as
possible….
level eight: thunderbird trailer park
War Journal: There MUST be others like me – immune to this germ warfare
or whatever it is. Approaching trailer park. Maybe some sane people there.
Can’t get hopes up, but must not despair, either.
level nine: the train station
War Journal: Drenched in blood – mine, others. Could I be infected too? Up
ahead…train station. If I can get out, I can warn them. Yes. Then I can warn
everybody…
level ten: paradise ostrich farm
War Journal: Looks like a farm. Birds? OSTRICHES? Good Lord, am I
infected, mad like the others? Must move efficiently. Got to get this dirty job
done. Let the feathers fly!
level by level guide
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level eleven: the construction site
War Journal: Blood everywhere. Like a river, flowing around me, pulling me
in its wake like a helpless child. It’s all got to go now. The whole town. Prepare
for….deconstruction!
level twelve: the ghetto
Diary: My head… pounding. Must work way toward Air Force Base. Coming
to a “bad” section of town….Better be…careful…Might get mugged….
level thirteen: the city
War Journal: Keep wondering about the Base. If I run into a flyboy, it’s
God’s guarantee he’ll try to put a cap in me, figure I’m infected. Oh, hell, I’m
gonna die once I hit the city anyhow…
level fourteen: central park
War Journal: Taking too many hits….Getting weak…See green up ahead –
maybe a forest? Probably a park. Can’t go backwards – nothing back there but
death. Keep moving, soldier…
level fifteen: the industrial complex
War Journal: The industrial complex is last obstacle between me and the
Base. Too far to quit now. Whatever waits at the Base, I’m going to see it with
my own eyes.
level sixteen: air force base
War Journal: This is it. The new Alamo. Me or them. Can’t delay, can’t risk
infection. C’mon, grunt, let’s rock and roll…….