Tuesday, April 21, 2009

The Dark Crescendo

11:00 am.

Three hours have passed since my arrival in the safe zone. No infected encountered on my way in, but many spotted since.

I'm secure for the moment, but I have witnessed the horde lumber through in greater numbers by the hour. I myself have had the fortune of not needing to draw my gun to this point, but I fear that privileged time has all but run out.

This drawn out period sheltered here in this technological fortress has granted me time to think. Time, I confess, I do not desire. With this growing plague, this amplifying cloud of torment spreading across the campus, I begin to question what it really is to be alive...

No word from any other survivors...

God help us.

Ammo: 5
Sock Flails: 1
Health: 99
Pills: 6
Molotovs: 0
Pipe Bombs: 1

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