Prologue
It was a dark and a stormy night as Drake was escorting survivors to a moving fortress known as New Eden.
People were getting on the Boat's as Drake told the people to be quite, but then he saw a group of zombies coming their way.
Drake told them to remain calm and not to make a noise but the zombie just kept on coming, walking up to them. Drake thought to himself, "It's like they know were trying to escape."
Drake pulled out his spade and hit a zombie in the head killing it, as the survivors got on the Boat's, Drake was about to get on when a zombie grabbed on to him. Drake hit the Zombie in the head knocking it down.
The other zombies took notice of him and started to walk towards him. Drake told the drivers of the Boat's to go on without him, but they said they wouldn't leave him behind. Drake order them to go and he would get back to the city within two weeks.
Drake then started to run from the zombies they soon started to follow him. But Drake lost them as he hid in a dumpster, Drake watch them as The Zombies began to look around, then they walked away.
When morning came, Drake got out and began looking for supplies and a place to stay for the next night.
While somewhere else a survivor was thinking to himself and said, "One night I stayed up late before the world ended, and last night I stayed up late again before everything changed, before They change."
A high Schooler boy and his friends where running away from fast moving zombies, Drake was with them but then he stop and turn around and shot one zombie in the head, the zombie let out a loud moan as it fell to the ground and then he stabbed another one in the head with his spade.
As they stopped the boy turned around and face the advancing zombies and said, "What the fuck." And then shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!"
As he saw different types of zombies, one in a straitjacket and another one that had bubbles and welts all over its body.
Drake's entry book
introduction
Contained within these pages are my observation of the different types of infected me and a group of survivors have come across, though I scarcely have no time to keep a journal like this while trying to keep myself alive, but my exclusive nature forces me to write down what I see in the hope to get a better understanding of these infected, but how can these horrors be possibly be understood, it's as if the virus is turning the ones who are infected into new and different types of even more dangerous creatures.