March 13 2016 – 3 years after Mass Outbreak – Zombie Outbreak Response Team 335 ZDC

So I'm sitting under a bridge hiding from the local law enforcement which isn't too hard mind you considering since the massive outbreak most local police almost never leave their heavily armored vehicles. No need to really. Zombies don't hide and the turret gunner can kill them or they can opt for the always fun sport of running them over. It's ten extra points if the head pops.

Anyway, I was doing some research at the library on Necrotizing Fasciitis and found out it's a serious bacterial infection that spreads rapidly and destroys the body's soft tissue. Commonly called a "flesh-eating infection" by the media, and this very rare disease can be caused by more than one type of bacteria.

Oh, I haven't mentioned the E. coli out breaks all over the world. You should remember them. They happened a lot in the '00's. Strange that this whole thing looks to be a whole lot of coincidences. I don't believe in coincidences.

I'm having a hard time putting this together. So, E. coli is spreading at an exponential rate. This is nothing new really but what is causing it to start Necrotizing Fasciitis. Then you throw the whole Bath Salts thing in and it gets really confusing. What the hell is going on here.

Well unfortunately that is all I could find out because while I was studying I noticed someone dressed in a black suit watching me. Just a bit out of place in a ruined city slum. You would think with all the training these people get they would be better at stalking. I mean, car companies have huge million dollar focus groups just to name a car based on peoples interests and emotions but these guys can't figure out how to dress for the occasion.

I tried to slip out the back but he cut me off in a hallway where I promptly broke his nose with my elbow before my knee met his sternum. Surprisingly, library staff thought this was a bit loud and maybe a bit disturbing so they thought the police should probably get involved.

And here I sit, hiding and thanking the gods that whoever is in charge doesn't want to make a big scene and are just letting the locals handle it. That also gives me more time to learn more about what's going on. I think I'll head to the nearest CDC building and say “Hi!” in my special way. But first I need to suit up and load up. Back to my barracks.