Went into town today... didnt like what I saw.

although I live out in the woods. it isnt too far from town. about a 15 minute drive to be correct. I was running out of supplies, i needed to find fuel, so I drove to the nearest gas station and syphoned myself some gas... didnt see much so far, just a few normal zombies walking around the streets, but nothing too threatening.

I decided to walk on foot for awhile, to see if I could find anything useful. I took great care to make sure my blade was battle ready.

ran into a couple of fast zombies, or from one source ive read "runners".... there advance was short lived, I decapitated the first, as it charged at me. and the second one convinetly tripped allowing me to stab it through the head.

found another survior later in the day.... called out for help, I told him to stay there distance... I asked if he was bitten.... he said no......i still didnt trust him, he asked for water, I only had one bottle on me, so I tossed it over to him, feeling sorry....the poor soul looked like hes been walking for days.. all he had on him was a shovel....a bloodly shovel.

He told me his name was Stan, and his family was killed, that he came from downtown Jacksonville..... I asked how he survived that hell hole..... he only looked at his shovel, and then looked to the ground... "i had to kill alot of people...zombies and humans"

thats when I heard a deep growl... I instatly drew my sword, and scanned around me.. the man began to cry and shake with fear.... he was too tired to fight... I looked to the rooftops around me, trying to pin down the growl.. and then i saw it.. the most frightening zombie Ive seen so far. it sat crouched on the edge of a roof, right next to Stan. it wore torn blue jeans, nearly black with dried blood, and a black hoodie, with the hood pulled over its head, and wore what seemed to be welders googles.... It revieled its teeth, and Lunged off the roof, landing on Stans screaming form. It let out this unhuman howling screech. Stan was finished, his throat was torn open.. he layed there dead...i pulled out my camera, took a few pictures of the beast. before it then turned to me......

I ran, and it hunted me down. Lunging clear over my head, and landing in front of me, it turned and growled...

I held my blade at the ready......it lunged again, i rolled out of the way,, it nearly had me that time. I got up and stood my ground, prepareing for my counterstrike. It began to circle me, on all fours, it growled, with fresh blood and bits of flesh hanging off its beared face. It rushed at me for the last time, as it lunged at me, I sidesteped an cut it in half in mid-air.... it fell, its upper half screaming and crawling around.. it used its arms to scarmble rapidly towards me... I brought my shineing blade down on its skull... it moved no more.

Stans body began to twitch... I cut off his head before he would rise again, not as a possible friend, but a definate enemy.

Ive decied to call this new zombie type that Ive never witnessed before as a Hunter-Killer zombie... I hope who ever sees this can provide me with more intel, on this type.. so if the situation calls for it.. I can prepare myself better.

I finished gathering supplies.. returned to my car, and drove quickly to my woods, where my sacuatry hides

this is Travis "TheWolf" Signing out.