Smuggled out of the department of post-human resources by Alastair Robertson.
EVIDENCE OF MORE SURVIVORS FOUND.
ITEM 1: Expended ammunition.
ITEM 2: A Journal, author unknown.
== Transcript Start ==
There’s three days left of food for five people.
A week for two.
Enough for one to stay here until help came but I’d get lonely, go crazy. Though it would be nice to be away from the sounds, the smells, the sight of these idiots and back-stabbers. The only ones who aren’t conspiring are the ones who are too naive to do so. Following that stupid handsome bastard into this concrete box just because it has two doors, a fence, and fridge in one room.
They all felt safe in here because the doors lock from the inside but I think all of us would sometimes rather be locked out there with The Turned than here among the social animals. Some cattle, some wolves.
They look up to rugged young Paul who feigns his good intentions and concern for all. He has no idea what he’s doing. His plan ended the minute he lead us into the neighbourhood Rec centre. He says he was a counsellor here but more likely he was the janitor, cleaning up after the oh-so-troubled suburban youth. Obviously he wasn’t much of a janitor either ‘cause the place looks like hell. Boards on the windows and all that.
He didn’t even know that girl was bitten. Such a great leader, bringing the infection into our supposed sanctuary just because he’s a sucker for lost puppies and damaged goods. And now he’s too “compassionate” (see; weak) to finish her off. So in the basement she stays. Growling, sometimes scratching at the door. Rex will do it soon. He’ll have to. After all, she is his daughter. Better he does it himself than let Jacob have his way.
Make Paul do it. Kill that last bit of humanity in him and he’ll finally be useful.
MAKE PAUL DO IT.
3 MONTHS SINCE THIS STARTED. DAY 5 IN REC CENTRE.
Mary is crying again.
Mary who lets Paul do all the thinking for her, Mary who doesn’t own any sensible shoes, Mary a scared little girl with daddy issues. Always cuddling up to the supposed leader so he’ll protect her, so she’ll have his ear, so she can sway him while looking so innocent... maybe she’s no better than the rest after all. I would like nothing more than to be free of them. But that would just leave Jacob.
I’d rather be alone in the basement.
Rex has a death wish. Or is so filled with rage now he’s become a ridiculous action junkie, who’s only qualification is having shot enough guns in his life to not knock himself down when the rifle kicks back. How did I know what to expect? I was raised by a pharmacist and his star patient in a house with a dining room while he and his slack-jawed clan of possum eaters thought indoor plumbing was the work of the devil. I wouldn’t even have to kill him; I could just turn him loose outside and let those damn ghouls take care of him. Paul would stop him though. Weak, caring Paul. Whose best hope without Rex would be hugging me the zombies to death. death. DEATH.
I’ve used the word so many times now it doesn’t look right anymore. DEATH. DEATH.
They’re staring... I must have been mumbling again.
3rd MONTH SINCE IT BEGAN. DAY 6 IN REC CENTRE.
With Paul out of the picture Rex would take orders from me, it’s all he knows how to do. Unless that conniving temptress got to him first. No, no, with Paul gone Mary would gravitate to me as the next natural leader. With a woman at my side and Rex to wield like a knife I would have no problem dealing with Jacob.
I shouldn’t have a problem with killing, that’s weakness talking. After all this is about food. This is about basic survival. Just because our surroundings once looked like a city doesn’t mean they’re any less wild now.
Tomorrow is day 7.
== Transcript End ==
SWEEP OF SECTOR 36 COMPLETED. 1 SURVIVOR FOUND.