It's been six months since I left Cape Girardeau, I didn't feel comfortable with their policy on my guns and I needed a change. So I headed out East, I heard the infection couldn't handle the heat. So far it's been safe, haven't heard a peep out of anything until not long ago. My new school has frequent drills to combat the undead, we train in dissembling, reconstructing, and improving our weapons, but I don't know if it will be enough. They have the gear, but they haven't seen the things I've seen. Little girls jumping out of bushes ripping your friends neck out then chasing you, people that were once your friend now charging down the pavement thirsty for your blood, it still keeps me up at night.
Anyway like I was saying it's been quiet here, until today. I saw a couple of people having lunch and one started coughing. I figured he had choked on the military rations they feed us here, some guys can't handle them, but then he started the sneezing. Every alarm in my body told me to get the Twins ready, and start forming my new Saints, then I suppressed it. I don't know why, maybe I'm just being paranoid, I mean there aren't that many visitors to Phoenix this time of year, and certainly not to UAT, how could it have spread here?
Either way, I'm retooling the Twins, dusting off the peacoat, and preparing for an all out war, again.
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