We got Trevor back with little incident, but we lost all the ammunition he collected, plus a great deal of our own. I’m not worried about it; we have bigger fish to fry at this point. Chris is going to talk to the administration today, hopefully this time they will actually listen to us. I’m sick and tired of carrying rocks as my only defense against zombies.
In the mean time I need to assemble my team. Chris’s dossier could not be more detailed; I certainly chose well when I picked my second in command. There are a few people I’m particularly interested in, namely a kid by the name of Collin Smith. During the first outbreak, he was really under the RADAR, it wasn’t until the small disturbances started that he made a name for himself. He has the speed and determination of a freshly risen zed, but the brain of a human; a combination that cannot be ignored. Another individual caught my attention, name is Osterberg. According to Chris’s dossier, this guy can make a .22 pistol into a rocket launcher with some extra scrap metal and a welding torch. There are a few more, some girls that show strong talent in covert ops, a couple of guys that are good with a gun. I’ll track them down, tell them what’s coming. We’re going to need all the help we can get, and there is most definitely strength in numbers.
-JK
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