A man sits in one corner of the Safe house, scribbling notes into a Spiral Bound Notebook. It appears to be a diary, and he finishes writing. The man slips the book into a nearby Back pack and walks away, probably to the Bathroom. Another survivor walks over and removes the book, and starts reading. The writing is a bit rushed, but very ledgible.

-July 30th, 2005 I've been hiding here for a few days now. There are about 20, maybe 25 others here besides me. I was in the Miltary, but it seems I was expendable just like the rest of my Platoon. I was air dropped into Malton a few days back, to help the Citizens and soldiers combat the growing "Zombie" problem. Heh, zombie...never thought I'd here that in real life and have someone actually mean theres a zombie somewhere. Anyway, my Platoon was slaughtered within 2 hours, and I ran away like a coward. I should have never done it, but it was me, or them. Someone has to live, to tell their families what happend to their loved ones. That blasted Necrotech is behind this mess, I just know it! They can cure these creatures, so I'm sure they made them. The moans outside the window bother me...they just don't ever give up, they just want to eat you! And I hear from others that they are evolving, like being able to open doors, or talk in a groaned form. This is utter crap, and I can't wait for an Evac team. I just hope they're not too late...

There was no more writing on the page; nor the next. The man put the book back into the survivor's sack, and slinked back over to his make-shift bunk.