Two chapters in one day? Well they are logs so they're fairly small.

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Video file. Estimated time of recording: -02:35:39 before island-scale outbreak.

A young man's face fills the screen, he appears to be in his late teens, and acne on his face appears to be fading gradually. A hand pushes him out of the way, the recorder appears to be on a monorail coach with several other people.

–Off-screen, female– 'Hey, what's up people, this is your favourite vid-caster Gee-FortyFour bringing you another round of breath-taking stunts and –'

–Off-screen, male– 'Hey, Kirsty I can see your house from here.'

–Off-screen, female, hushed– 'Shut up Alan,' –voice resumes its previous tone– 'and death-defying leaps of faith. I hope you viewers are ready cause this time we're taking you on a scenic tour of our very own Elspeth City.'

The camera turns, passing the youth from before who waves energetically, trying to stay in the shot before the recorder turns the camera on the city. The monorail sits a good ten metres above ground level, cars, pedestrians and the odd cyclist dot the bustling street below. Skyscrapers dominate the skyline, rising well above the assorted retail and department stores, cafes and fast-food restaurants that line the street.

–Off-screen, female– 'Joining me today is my good friend and editor, Alan 'FrostyZipper' Buick.'

The camera pans away from the city around to the youth from before, who appears more composed than before. He's dressed in a grey Superdry T-shirt and black tracksuit pants and appears to have an athletic build. He gives a casual two-fingered salute and it's clear he's holding back from bursting out laughing.

–Off-screen, female– 'Once the monorail stops at Highbridge District, we'll get off and we'll show you guys something that'll leave you slack-jawed and stupefied.'

'Yeah, if we don't fuck up and fall to our deaths.'

–Off-screen, female– 'Alan, stop talking please.'

The youth, Alan, holds up his hands in mock surrender and turns his attention outside to the city around them. The recorder lowers the camera and switches it off.

Recording ends temporarily.

The camera is switched on again; the monorail has stopped at the station and the recorder and Alan step off the coach. The recorder pans the camera about the station as people board the coach.

–Off-screen, female– 'Alright folks, here we are. The bustling, busy, sleepless Highbridge district, me and Alan here will be travelling across…' the camera pans across a parking lot to an apartment building, to what appears to be a casino, before finally resting on a shopping centre, 'these rooftops here, by far our longest route yet.'

The camera lowers, pointing at the floor.

–Off-screen, female, barely audible over the noise of the crowd around them– 'Alright, Alan. Where we headed from here?'

–Off-screen, male, barely audible over the noise of the crowd around them– 'If I remember right it's down the staircase here then… hey! Watch out!'

The recorder is knocked around, a yelp of surprise can be heard and the recorder falls to the ground.

–Off-screen, female– 'Hey! Watch where you're… oh shit… hey, mister, you okay?'

The camera focuses on a man in business attire who appears to have collapsed on the ground; the crowd surrounds him, unsure of what to do. Soon a woman picks her way through the crowd before kneeling in front of the man, she appears to be Turkish in origin, wearing a sky blue button-up shirt, black flats, a brown belt and dark tights.

'Excuse me? Sir?'

The woman presses her fingers against the man's wrist, feeling for a pulse.

'He's still alive. Peter? Where are you?' she calls. A man stumbles through the crowd and crouches down close to her. The Turkish woman gives some instructions to him and the man hurriedly nods before reaching into his pocket and taking out a phone, dialling a number.

–Off-screen, male, hushed– 'Hey, Kirsty we should get out of here…'

The camera shakes suddenly, stopping after a brief moment, remaining focused on the unconscious man and the woman trying to gauge what exactly is wrong with him. Her attention is suddenly drawn to the camera and its recorder. A flash of disgust draws across her exotic features before she turns back to the casualty. Her friend, Peter is on the phone, presumably giving details to the Emergency Services.

The man spasms suddenly; the woman jumps in surprise and her friend pauses on the phone to help her up. The crowd backs away a step. The Turkish woman dusts herself off before crouching down next to the casualty, whose eyes flicker open.

'Hello? Are you feeling alright? You collapsed all of a sudden and… what's wrong with your –?'

She is cut off as the casualty suddenly jumps for her throat, rasping and clawing at her. The woman shrieks in surprise and tries to fight him off. Her friend, Peter steps in to aid her, sliding his arm around the crazy man's neck and attempting to drag him back. Another man from the crowd – who are beginning to panic – steps forward to try and prise the attacker's grip off the woman.

–Off-screen, female– 'Holy shit! Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!'

The struggling crazy suddenly sinks his teeth into the hand of the other man who came to help. He cries out in pain and releases the wild man, clutching his hand which is bleeding profusely. Peter begins to lose his own grip as he tires from the casualty's violent, wild throes.

He lets go.

The crazy man stumbles forward before turning suddenly. His eyes are clouded over, as if he'd died recently. People begin to truly panic and are running in all directions away from the scene. Peter and the Turkish woman leave, Peter dialling rapidly on his phone, Alan can be heard faintly, screaming for them to get off the station.

The crazy man turns to the recorder. He takes a slow step forward, his arms raised; a guttural moan escapes his throat. Kirsty screams as he stumbles forwardly suddenly, teeth gnashing. A flailing arm strikes the camera and the screen goes dark.

End of recording.