The Diary of PFC. George Smith

[Burnham113 29]

Day Zero:

Damnit! After several weeks of traveling, trying to make it to the clear zone, my escape ship became infested with the dead! Some bloke on the ship with an undetected bite wound, most likely. Anyways, I jumped ship to save my life once all hell broke loose, with all my gear back in my room. I swam back to the shore and stared at the landscape before me:

Chenarus, hell. With nothing more than a flashlight, backpack, and some bandages I set out. Knowing the open terrain to be a deadzone, I quickly headed for the forest, I saw infected everywhere at a distance, but they didn't seem to notice me. Once in the woods I darted from pine tree to pine tree, looking every which way, fully expecting the entire host of the undead to be around every corner I turned. It wasn't long before the sun was low in the sky and my throat began to beg for water, while my stomached ached for food. Which leads me to now. Here I lay, under a thick pine as the sun sets. Tommorow I will need to go into town and scavenge for food. I can hear slow heavy footsteps in the area around me, and know not if I'll survive the night. Should anyone find this journal, please send it to my dearest Julia.

PFC. George Smith

27th Marine Expeditionary Force

Alpha Company.

Edited December 29, 2012 by Burnham113

[Pyro_Marine 147]

Marine Expeditionary Unit*

Or Force in place of "unit".

MEF and MEU :)