June 14th, 2009.
Yes! My childhood dream has come true - I am now an official policeman. Can’t wait to show the boys at the bar my badge, they’ll shit their pants! It seems like I’ll be working in the nearby Kalesbrook police station. If I remember right, James worked there! Awesome!
September 29th, 2009.
This strange epidemic is picking up, we’re ordered to keep up a curfew after ten in the evening. Hell, they gave us M4’s and expect us to shoot people on sight after the clock hits ten. None actually does this, however we’ve been getting reports from the news of ‘‘mad police brutality’’ in Chicago. The people are very scared of us, even if we’re just chilling out in the bar. They’re looking at us like we’re animals. I don’t understand why the curfew, what is going on?
October 5th, 2009.
They’re evacuating the nearby region, and, if the news are true, the whole damn East Coast. Something happened in Pittsburgh a few days ago, now every damn official is shitting bricks. HQ had relocated very damn policeman in the state to a position and expect regular reports of sightings and refugee numbers. Me, my guys and two grunts from the army are holding an evacuation center in the BestBuy Mall. They’re sending in buses and even helicopters for the VIP’s. Still no info from higher people on what the heck is going on. Just a faint - ‘‘don’t touch the sick’’. Yeah, like we don’t know that!
October 7th, 2009.
People are supposed to approach our position with their hands above their heads and by slowly walking. Today, a group approached us, when one of the people fell on the ground. He was bleeding and releasing foam from his mouth for a few minutes when suddenly he jumped up and bit the nearest person - James. We had to gun him down. We told about the incident to HQ, while being quiet about James. They responded with an usual ‘‘Roger that’’.
October 8th, 2009.
We’re still getting refugees, but the tide is very slow now. No orders from HQ, in fact, the whole radio has gone silent. No buses are coming, no helicopters, nothing. James has a strong fever ever since one of the bastards bit him, we don’t know from what is wrong with him, I hope he doesn’t go Rambo like that guy did. CEDA guys did order us not to touch the infected, but what harm could James do?
october 10th, 2009.
a flood came today all infected, all mad. they broke trough faster then we could shoot, we stood no chance. one of them bit me. ramirez, carl and mahone are dead they swarmed them like bees. god it stings so much. noah and will are keeping them at the door but there is no end to the tide. they’re breaking trough we’re running out of ammo, im bleeding bad its going blurry. they are inside…
there is no escape…