Disclaimer: I am NOT affiliated with the Department of Defense or any branch of the military. I do not own anything within these chapters except the characters. I also do not own Dawn of the Dead.

Well, instead of preparing myself for the Career Fair on Tuesday, I wrote this. Not the smartest choice I've ever made, but at least I'm not base jumping off of the MEEM building on campus wearing naught but vegetable oil with a BAC of .45. But, I digress, the traffic figures for this story and the two reviews that I got, along with two friends and a cousin that I got to read this are the main reason I wrote another chapter so fast. If you like it, review and give location suggestions, I'd fucking love you forever if you did.

As for today's chapter, I'd like to thank sikkboy for the location suggestion and Zie Kraut for the idea of the characters and the new manner in which the diary plays out. Also, a very heartfelt thanks to SC Girl for the ego boost that lead to me writing this tonight after a short marathon of Highschool of the Dead.

If you see any grammar (not obviously intentional), spelling or other mistakes, please let me know, I tend to write these fast.

DoD File # 177167-X5019-003

Date of Submission: 13 December 2014

Abstract: The following is a verbatim transcript taken from an emergency dispatch center in Madison, Georgia, site X5019[Georgia 5019th cleanup site] taken on August 4th, 2010, recovered during Operation Grendel. It is the last known documentation of the MacMillon brothers, James and Leucian. The brothers were poaching deer in the former Ocanee National Forest. They communicated via commercial two-way radio, at some point they switched over to an emergency frequency monitored by the Madison emergency center.

***Playback Begins***

Unknown: 'Ey Leucian, did you got any "customers" *chuckle* yet?

Leucian: Not a damn thing, Jimbo. Birds ain't even movin'.

James: Wonder if the news has anything to do with that.

Leucian: What? Fuckin' zombies or whatever? I say it's bullshit. Riots, some new kind of flu, might even be a fuckin' squirrel flu. New kinds all the damned time they say.

James: I dunno.

Emergency Center Radio Operator: Gentlemen, this is an emergency frequency, unless there's and emergency, switch channels.

[Presumably both brothers switch channels or go silent for several hours]

Leaucian: Oh Christ! I think I just shot someone!

James: What did you jus' say?

Emergency Center Radio Operator: Can you confirm that? You've injured someone? Where are you?

Leaucian: Oh shit... I thought he was a deer! Saw somethin' movin' about fifty yards from me...

ECRO: You've shot someone? Do you have a GPS or map coordinate you can give me? I'll dispatch a Ranger to you.

James: Is he ok?

Leucian: I don't know where I am, Somewhere North of Greensboro, West of 15... Wait... I think... I think he's getting up! Yeah! He's getting up! Oh thank the Lord.

ECRO: Is the man wounded? Can you give me any information that I can use?

Leucian: James, I'm a hill over from the Ridge, can you get to me and help me out here?

James: I'm about a mile South, I heard your gun go off. Be there in 15 or so.

ECRO: Leucian, I need information. I can't help you if I don't know where you are, or how bad the man's hurt.

Leucian: I don' use a map or even own a GPS, James knows where I am, We can bring him back to Greensboro in an hour or so.

ECRO: *becoming aggravated, sighs* This doesn't help me. I need to know where you are so I can send a helicopter if I need to, I also need to know how badly hurt the man is.

Leucian: He's limpin' pretty bad, looks like he's dizzy or soemthin'. He's comin' towards me, I'll try and talk to him.

Jame: be there in ten little bro. Tell 'im to hold on.

ECRO: Ask the man his name and find out everything that you can, that'll help me a lot. If he has a cell phone, we can try and triangulate his location, but cell coverage in the park is iffy at best.

Leucian: Holy shit! He tried to bite me!

ECRO: He did what?

Leucian: He looks like someone hit him with a car! Christ, he's chasin' me an' snarlin' an' shit!

ECRO: He could be in shock, try calming him down.

James: Keep runnin' up the Ridge, I'll meet you there at the top.

Leucian: He don't wanna talk! He just wants ta eat me! He's one of those things on the news! A fuckin' zombie!

ECRO: Can you confirm that? You've come into contact with the Undead?

James: I'm at the top of the Ridge, I see you in my scope, buddy... Jesus... it is one of those things. It's leg is broken, can't move fast.

ECRO: James, I need you to shoot that thing in the head. Now.

James: You want me to kill that thing? It could just be a guy or-

ECRO: Shoot it now, James. If that thing bites your brother, he's going to change.

Leucian: Shoot 'im Jim! Fuckin' shoot him, my rifle jammed up on me! [Microphone stays open, panting and crashing brush is heard]

[Gunshot]

James: He's... it's dead. I got 'im Leucian.

ECRO: I need you to mark that location, build a small fire, shoot a flare, something so we can retrieve the body.

Leucian: I got a flare I can fire.

ECRO: Good. A helicopter will be in the area in five minutes. Stay with that body and fire the flare when the helicopter gets close. We need to bring you in to get information. Don't worry about the poaching, we've got far bigger problems.

Leucian: Yes ma'am... I'll stay here. James, can you get to me?

James: Yeah, one sec, I think I hear somethin' comin' up the other side of the Ri- SHIT!

Leucian: [panic audible] What? What is it?

James: We don't have five minutes! There are thirty of those things comin' up the hill after me! Leu, I need you to cover me while I run to you! [Microphone stays open]

Leucian: Hurry up!

ECRO: I got a loose fix on your position, the helicopter is coming as fast as it can, hold on!

James: [Heavy panting] Fuckohfuckohfuckohfuck running!

[A gunshot followed by two more are heard]

Leucian: I got two! Keep running Jim!

James: [Heavy panting] Agh! [Dull thud] I fell! I twisted my ankle!

Leucian: Hold on! I'm comin' to you!

James: Stay back! They might not know where you are! [Four gunshots are heard] Reloading!

Leucian: Just hold on bro! Helicopter is comin' I can hear it!

[Three more gunshots are heard, assumedly from Leucian]

James: They're right on top of me! [Distant moans grow louder, interspersed with gunfire] I'm out of ammo!

Leucian: No! Get up James!

James: [Moaning is very loud] AGH! [Sounds of tissue and clothing tearing, James screams and is cut off, gurgling, the radio is destroyed, the microphone closes]

Leucian: Oh God! They're eating him! What the Hell is going on?

ECRO: Leucian, the helicopter is above you, fire your flare!

Leucian: No! I gotta go back for James!

ECRO: He's dead, Leaucian! You can't do anything for him! Fire your flare and get out of there! We need to know what you saw!

Leucian: Fuck you! [Microphone stays open as Leucian throws the two-way on the ground]

[Running and crashing can be heard, a helicopter is nearby]

[Two gunshots are heard then a distant scream]

[The microphone stays open for several hours before the battery dies]

***End Playback***

Commentary:

Case Officer Barry Handson: The case of the MacMillon brothers is a heartbreaking one. It was a very common phenomena for men, women and even children to throw themselves into hordes of the undead in a vain attempt to save family members that were clearly already dead. Psychologists have discussed ad nauseum as to why healthy people would condemn themselves to death to save or be with those already dead or undead.

The bodies of the two brothers were never found. Their identities were only discovered after a search of the local government records were checked for the names James and Leucian. The brothers were seventeen years and sixteen years old at the time of their death.

Due to the rugged nature of Northern Georgia, the authorities were relying on people outdoors encountering the undead to determine how far and fast through the mountains that the Undead had spread form more Northern states. This was the first case of the Undead being so far South in Georgia. Order fell in Georgia not five days later, save military bases which had gone into lockdown two days prior to this encounter.

And once again, Like Mike Rowe in Dirty Jobs, I beg and beseech you to provide locations for me to set the next chapters in. I can't guarantee It'll be soon, but I will write more. With more suggestions and feedback, I feel guilty for not continuing to update.

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