INTRO:
It's been three months. Three months but it feels like a thousand years, thousand years of fighting for our lives. In every place that we're going through, there's always a bunch of fucking zombies. We're still here, alive. Alive but surrounded by dead people, zombies. We're still alive, alive but it feels like we're dying. No matter what happens, we will survive. No matter how hopeless, we'll have to get out of this place. If I didn't, I'd rather kill myself than become one of them, or become their feast either.
