Lately, we’ve been coming across more dead survivors- immunes like us, killed by the infected or worse. Lots of them have journals on them, writing about their experiences. I’ve started to read them, to maybe get an insight on all this that’s been going on for the last week and a half. This is the latest one we found…
7/23/2009 9:23PM
Apparently, I’m the only sane one around here. For some reason which continually escapes me, the rest of my party seems to be sympathising with one of THEM.
It’s this nasty piece of work- they keep telling me not to point a flashlight at it, so I can’t get a great look, but I can see her in the light of the fires sometimes. She’s got these terrible claws, and they call her a “witch”. I know- sounds like a high priority target. But for SOME reason, they won’t raise a weapon against her. We’ve been here for hours trying to find a way around her, and she just sits there, crying like a little girl. It’s creepy, and it’s driving me absolutely INSANE.
7/23/2009 10:23 PM
It’s been three hours now. I can’t take this any more. That crying is unbearable. Why aren’t we killing her? Because she’s a girl? Because she’s upset? There’s no ROOM for sympathy here. This is the APOCOLYPSE.
I killed my friend yesterday. Shot him right in the face, because he was infected.
Surely they don’t expect me to spare this freak.
7/23/2009 11:23PM
That’s it. I’m going to shoot her. They can’t stop me.
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The rest of the journal is covered in blood. We’ll have to remember this one- a girl with claws. Don’t shine a light on her, try to find a way around, shooting her doesn’t turn out well. I’ll remember to tell Bill…
