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My sanity is at its end... I
still can't believe this is
happening. We lost another man
yesterday. Meyer; one of our
better marksmen. He saw me
panic once we were overrun by
the zombies, but he came back
to save me.

But when the time to
return the debt, I ran.
I can still hear him calling
out my name. I can still hear
the screams coming from
behind. The sound of his flesh
being stripped from its bones.
I was afraid... terrified...

It's the 27th. The fight to
stay alive continues. I took
out several zombies who managed
to break through the barricades.
Now I'm cutting through the
chill with whisky, unloading my
Mossberg on anything undead.
That shotgun became a close
friend of mine. I've blasted
many a zombie into fertilizer
with it.

We've lost 13 men as of
yesterday. In 3 hours, we'll
bicker over trivial things in
the meeting room. It's a total
waste of time. When I finish
this bottle, my old friend
Mossberg will be turning one
last body into fertilizer.
Peace at last.
I can hardly wait...