June 30th, 2017

Five hours ago, my wife and children went to go see our neighbors, who live around five minutes away. Forty minutes passed before I went to my truck to go see why a fifteen minute drive was taking forty. When I got to my neighbors, I saw what looked like the guts of a human sitting on the porch of the house. I decided very quickly entering the house is too dangerous, due to the random patch of organs that lay on the ground. I didn't see my wife, she didn't answer the cell phone. I could only assume that this had to do with the incident from the city.

Four hours ago, I left the house and to my own. I grabbed my Mini-41, my Mancini M1, and my hunting knife before driving to the city. All I could see were cars crashed into each other, pools of blood, and humans running away from some dieing men... they actually looked undead. I drove up to the fleeing men, who jumped into my truck bed. Without warning, they broke open the rear window. I assumed that they were going to try hijacking it. I didn't know what else to do, so I grabbed my shotgun and simply shot them off.

Two hours ago, I managed to find a sane man who was alone and safe. He didn't try to kill me, or take my car. He even offered assistance. All I wanted to know was what was going on. He explained what the problem was and told me how to get to the "outpost".

I'm now getting ready to go to Durrington. I'm very scared, but I need the money. I didn't expect things to be this expensive with what little money I already had.