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- From a bloodstained journal, you read:
It was an honest-to-God zombie invasion, they killed most of the population in hours.
Day Zero: We initially tried to ride it out in the cellar.
Day One: I rounded up some bottled water, then headed out to the nearest forest. Hopefully things will be calmer there.
Day Two: Well, the Hummer ran out of fuel a lot faster than it needed to, and as predicted, I'm twenty miles from the nearest gas station..
Day Three: I've found a hardware store that's housing a few other survivors, so maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Day Four: My lighter is dead but I'm pretty optimistic about the hunting and fishing prospects here. - From a tattered notebook, you read:
Aliens attacked the city, we barely made it out with our lives.
Day Zero: We made initial contact with the police, who put us on an evacuation route.
Day One: I rounded up a knife, the biggest i could find, then headed out to my buddy's place in Texas. Hopefully things will be calmer there.
Day Two: Well, the pickup ran out of fuel a lot faster than it needed to, and as predicted, I'm twenty miles from the nearest gas station..
Day Three: I've managed to get to a campsite with a few other survivors and things are looking up compared to the last few days.
Day Four: My survival rations ran out but I think I can make it to Utah by tomorrow. - From a tattered notebook, you read:
Giant monsters emerged from the dept of the ocean and attacked us, we'll never know their true origin.
Day Zero: I got to Yuma Proving Ground like we had planned, and I waited for hours, but nobody else ever showed up.
Day One: I packed up photos of my family, to give me strenght and got a move on. I decided to strike out to the coast.
Day Two: Well, the pickup ran out of fuel a lot faster than it needed to, and as predicted, there's no power, so none of the gas pumps work..
Day Three: I've found a stash of winter clothing, which is better than nothing.
Day Four: My lighter is dead but I think I can make it to my buddy's place by sunset. - From a tattered notebook, you read:
There were meteor impacts everywhere, we'll never know their true origin.
Day Zero: I tried to link up with my family at Detroit Arsenal but the route was blocked. I rode it out at home.
Day One: I packed up what I had and what I had and a pistol with some bullets and some food and got a move on. I decided to strike out to my friend's place in Idaho.
Day Two: Well, the semi ran out of fuel a lot faster than it needed to, and as predicted, there's no power, so none of the gas pumps work..
Day Three: I've found a stash of assorted ammunition, which is better than nothing.
Day Four: I'm growing pretty tired from the lack of sleep but I think I can make it to West Virginia by evening. - From a bloodstained journal, you read:
There were meteor impacts everywhere, just like out of the movies.
Day Zero: We initially tried to ride it out in the storm shelter.
Day One: I packed up my survival gear and got a move on. I decided to strike out east.
Day Two: The pickup got me as far as Fort Gordon, which unfortunately looks like it's on full lockdown.
Day Three: I've found a stash of radios, which is better than nothing.
Day Four: My lighter is dead but I think I can hike it to Camp Wolters by evening.