Reversing Armageddeon

Felt good to get rid of Trent. Too good. Unsettingly happy feeling when I shot out his kneecaps and watched several infected tear him to pieces.

New location. Rural areas best. Not many people around, living or dead.

Or undead.

On the coast, near several salt marsh islands and ocean. Good for escape. New house on farm. Large concrete garage. Have sealed it up and set up new laboratory.

Have established contact with two other colleagues. Tyson and Bryant are still alive. Good to know. If Bryant is still alive, the world has not lost humor. I have none. Will attempt rendezvous and extraction.

It is hot and dead here. The grass and trees outside have long taken over, and the heat simmers to a slow boil all day long. The silence is deafening.

The dead don't notice me unless I make a sound. They travel through the yard, sometimes stopping to sit up against a tree and stare dumbly at the sky, while deerflies buzz maniacally above their heads.

Must isolate Campion. Campion must be destroyed. I must find a new carrier.

Chaos theory reigns supreme. Chaos will deliver us all.