War Journal, Entry 1962:
After we killed who knows how many A.I.M. and HYDRA zombies, Clint scanned the computer to find out more about the vrius' origins or some cure. Not me, though.
I took a walk around the area and other warehouses to make sure we cleared the area of those zombie bastards. Warehouse after warehouse, nothing except more corpses.
I know Reed is trying to come up with some far fetched idea to take us all to some paradise universe, but I think I'll stay here. The dead have no place for the living. This is my home, and I'm not letting these rotten shits take it.
