[@Pripovednik][@themadhatter420][@Remipa Awesome]
[i]Day 1 Cleavland, 

I would like to say a great city. But my job never lets me lie. this place is the worse. Reminds me of New York City on day zero, well, I lie in this journal, it looks like NYC without the screaming children. Man the children sucked, especially when we had to open up on them to save the thousands that had made it to Manhattan. Anyway, I cant write now, I am hearing gunshots two clicks down  the road[/i]

He sat there, in silence. What was his life coming to? He was sitting in a whore house, surrounded by whores. They were dead, newly though. Such bad news when the "Young" and "Imperishable" go down the drain in a third rate apartment block. It wouldn't of been so bad, had they not attacked him to save their pimp. Even a whole year later they are still clinging to the drugs that once fuelled them. Sad, make good bait though... in a pinch could be a beef substitute. "MMM. Beef..." NO! I must focus. Concentration. Take down the sniper, then loot that store.

Getting up he took his grand, and old gun that still shoots good. Checking its sights he spun the flash suppressor on and put some of the hookers netting tights over the scope to stop it from flashing in the light. Lining up his show he saw the flash of a knife in the dark room opposite and from the short flash he saw a group of walkers in his room, the sights were lined and he pulled the trigger

"BANG!" was echoed through the streets. He hit the walker dead in the head. He kept aiming waiting for another flash from the knife to shoot again.