Chris Eddleman Zombie Log 04/08

I wake up every day to this crap. Every day jerked out of a wretched sleep filled with my fellow students' screams. The air hasn't smelled the same since November, since before that poor bastard ate somethin' that made the stomach bug he had turn him into a freak. It was only two days but, that was all it needed to ruin my life. The gunfire, the smoke, the groans, the screams. Nothing like we thought it would be. Nothing the ZSC could train for.

The ZSC couldn't do its job...how could we prepare for our dead friends coming back and eating our living ones? Trevor, Jesse, and I thought we knew. But we didn't...and that's why we can't even offer a Survival Coalition...it failed.

I walked to class today and noticed some odd things. I know its allergy season but, there's been an awful lot of strange kinda sneezes. Who knows? I'm wary of course...paranoid, the rest of them say but, Christina's been having them too...and it makes me afraid. She's been my rock during these times, steady for me even though she's seen her own share of horrors. I'd hate for...no, just paranoid.

But how can it just be paranoia? There are barriers around campus and those damn zeds are still coming from the north and west. How can we still have class amidst the chaos? Well, we still do. Crazy how the human race works. Cancel school for snow but not for zombies.

I still keep the pistols and the machine gun under my bed. I know they aren't allowed on campus, but those of us just off aren't quite as safe...

I just can't take this...Trevor's in charge of the Saints now...we hardly see him except between missions. I thought this would be wearing on him but he just loves poppin' those zeds. But who could blame him after what happened...

Jesse's starting a new group. He's calling it the Flock, proclaiming himself the Shepherd. He's still optimistic about what we tried to do with the ZSC. I'm wary of hope now but, not enough so that I'm not his second in command. God knows he needs help.

I'd keep writing but, I'm getting a text from Trevor...

It says, "Poplar Bluff is dead. The whole city."

I have to go.

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