JOURNAL
7/19/(YEAR SCRATCHED OUT)
Again, we trek along the alleys. I guess they have a good reason for it, since it’s our only way of getting across town, but it creeps me out. Hell, I remember at the beginning of all this, I went with two guys across a alley and they died. I can’t remember how I got out.
Moving on, we found some of those dead things along the way. We suspected military activity, and our assumption was proven correct when we found the military unit.. or what was left of them.
We looked for supplies, and I found some military logs. Turns out they call these ‘things’ TW-30s, so now I got their name (hooray).
Jasmine, as usual, paraded around with her handgun, not much to the amusement of Richard.
I stayed behind, and I was lucky I didn’t get killed. There wasn’t any sightings of them, which was weird, since we saw a horde on our way to that old motel about a day ago.
Nothing much to say, really. I guess my mental health is the only thing I should be concerned about.

“More news. I really need to stop buying tabloids. I never trusted this newspaper anyway.”