My friends are gone. We formed this group to protect them, to teach them to survive! Yet with all of our preparations, all of our training, all of our “wisdom” they fell. All that remains of our survival coalition are the founders.
Trevor has taken over the Saints with the loss of their leader. He is still one of my most trusted friends and greatest allies, but I fear that soon his blood-lust for these zombies will get him into trouble without Chris and me to balance him out. He goes weeks at a time without communication and often goes on missions without any notification. Last I heard he was heading to a camp west of here looking for more ammunition. I keep telling him that double-tapping a zombie is enough, but after what happened to Sonya, I guess I can’t blame the guy.
I am assembling a new team, one not of friends to take under my wing, but of the elite! The kind of people that zombies would fear if they were capable of doing so. Chris has agreed to take on the role of my second in command, I call him Number 1; he seemed fairly excited at the prospect. The rest of my team has yet to be determined, but Chris has been compiling an extensive dossier on possible team members.
I just pray that we will be ready when the time comes. It has been half a year since the last outbreak and several weeks since the last disturbance. I don’t like this. Something big is coming and it is coming soon. Chris is calling, hopefully with good news
-JK
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