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Post by Sgt David Cobalt on Oct 4, 2012 19:20:38 GMT -8
Journal Entry 1
It has been a week since the infection. Due to the look of things I need some form of communication so I don't lose my mind. The moans of the dead and the screams of the living, it's a sound that doesn't leave the mind very easy at least back in Iraq I had my platoon, but I figure most of them are dead now, all of my friends and my family. Journal I miss her so much....Amy her smile was what got me through that sandtrap but now, I still see her blood on my hands. I wonder if I did the right thing, maybe I should have pulled the trigger and killed myself, at least we would have been together.
Atlanta is a hell hole and what few soldiers that were left there didn't last long as the infected overtook the line. I hope some of the other soldiers got out alive like I did but I doubt it. I heard a rumor while I was there that the military was setting up a safe zone somewhere out west. My bike has been holding out good but soon gas and supplies will run short supply so I hope I can make it in one peice. This is the end of the world huh, the world burns and all thats left to rule are the dead.
Amy I love you, forgive me for not saving you....
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