[ I will make this short only due to I want you and the others to fill in the gaps where one might question, if there is any. ] :: Day 1 :: It has started. It was not sudden, this outbreak. It almost seemed like.. They were attempting to create this thing, this virus.. This.. Curse. It all made sense when the news was aired. Scientists trying to see if there could be anything possible as living dead. "I..Idiots.." :: Day 59 :: "Tch.." It's spreading slowly.. It's already reached our home. Alaska. Even this small town, Nome, safety seems to be a rarity. How could it have traveled so fast..? This doesn't seem right... :: Today :: I hear screaming from the street, probably someone getting attacked. Wait it soun---- S•T•A•R•T From the broken down, dying, shady staff locker room she had been living in, waking up was completely dreadful. Swollen eyes sizing up the shape and color of the dingy walls, leveled at nothing in particular. The mustard yellow wallpaper did nothing to the scape of the one large room. With an exasperated sigh, sat up from the local flatlined, indented couch and shook her head slightly from one side to the other. Raising her left arm, curled her digits into a fist as she then proceeded to rub out the crumbs from her shut eyelids. Once again, the noises from the streets outside kept her awake most of the night. They were out at it again.. The dead walk. Inhaling sharply, leaned forward as she slid her covered feet from out of the comfort of the one cotton blanket she owned, and currently used, placing her soles on the wooden floor. A few steps taken to the opposing side of the room, she called out softly if any of her group members were awake.. Be them new or the original. She hated being the only one awake this early. Speaking of which.. She looked at a clock, and groaned. It was only 7:26.. AM. "Shit.."