Things are Quiet. Un-naturally Quiet. During the Day, the Numbers of the Undead have been Slimming. At night, it is Quiet. Absolutely Quiet.
In Training, they Say Quiet is Death. When all Sounds Cease to Exsist, Death is Present. When you can Hear your Own Heartbeat, that is when Death is upon you.
I hear my Heartbeat every Night.
I have come to find every day, along with the Lacking Number of Zombies that have been loacted and arounf the outside barriers of Camp St.Vincent, there have been fewer and fewer Survivors. The Superior Command that Runs the Camp has been Initiating S.L.R.E. (Search, Locate, Retrieve and Evacuate) Convoys Twice a Day, the Munitions they have been Bringing in have been Plentyful, However, the Uninfected has been Zero. Not one Single Survivor.
This means, to me, that the Number of Infected has been Growing. Maybe Getting Smarter.
They've Granted me a Weapon, due to the Previous Military Histroy I have mentioned in the Last Post I Logged. They allowed me to Pick up whatever Weapon I wished. I was in Luck. a H&K G36C, an Adept weapon (5.56X45 NATO Round) in the Hostile Surroundings. They had enough Clips to Fill my Vest, the Vest I've kept on me Since being Flown back here, It's lucky, I swear. The Side Arm I have, I've had for some time. .45 ACP. I, unfortunatly, Have one Clip for it, but soon enough, I will come across more.
I've Snuck into the Reserve Stock, and Filled my Vest.
That Bad Feeling, I'm not Putting it Aside. It saved me from the Hammerdown Protocol, and that feeling, that feeling of Death, it gets stronger every night.
I'm not overstaying this Kindness and Salvation. When it happens, I will be Ready to Leave and Escape Death once More.