Keeping my thought aligned...
March 18
I never thought things would progress as to make me keep a journal, but in light of recent events, ones that make my head spin and my body purchase a basement full of illegal weaponry, I figured the time was ripe for a new place to store ideas and what not.
Yesterday's events started with me meeting a contact, chasing a sniper, and getting shot. However, I was not going to be the same old Steve Rowland after the events of yesterday. I had no idea before that vampires roamed the streets of this city, but it is true. I am now to be attached to one of them, a woman named Trinity Leigh Jordan. In order to finish the job, we will be meeting during the next couple of nights. I am to be her "familar", which means that she is basically my master. Vampires will not try to off me, but I now belong to her, like a pet. She actually bit me! I found two fang marks in my crossbow wound. I guess the most disturbing part of the whole experience was my own reactions. Instead of freaking out like I should have, I took these fantastic details in without so much as a single twitch. To be honest, things have been going out of control in my life for a while now. I think I'll just take things one day at a time. I still can't believe she frickin' bit me!
The basement is finished. I have stocked it up good, with a variety of weapons, including GAU17s, flamethrowers, assult rifles, SMGs, full-blown machine guns, explosives, and the like. Let those fanged bastards come and get me now...
I found out where my comrade lives. It's this big-ass manor house a good way out of town. Funny thing is, it's full of vamps. Yeah, like I wanted to end up in that kind of a joint. I hope to God, hell, and everything in between that it's the only one of it's kind.
I haven't had contact with Nikki in a while. I should probably track her down.
In all, this has been a mess of a week. I feel the urge to go drinking tonight.
I am leaving this journal on the table, sould anyone come to my home, please deliver it to Leigh Williams, who will convey my messages to my three friends. Her number is in my adress book.