[i]The city tends to get scary at night, if not for the light of the moon, the entire city would be nothing but darkness. We are fortunate enough to have the summer provide us with long days and bright nights, but when winter comes around things will be a lot different. The infected are attracted to bright lights as much as they are to sound, they swarm anything out of the ordinary. I have no alarm clock so getting up early is difficult, especially if you spend the day before hauling ass all over the city. Yet I see no alternative, starting bright and early so you have the time to scavenge is key. You don't want to be caught out in the open at night, that's when you start getting paranoid. Because what if one of those infected is more clever then you think, what if he stalks you and waits for the right moment to jump you. Two days ago one of those things was just looking at me from a distance, I could have sworn he gave me a grin before sprinting at me. I don't know, some days i'm more calm then others. I am starting to realise that those creatures aren't always as dumb as they appear.[/i] Alex left it at that and closed the journal he had been writing in, for some reason writing down your thoughts helped to process things. 

Six years ago, when the military was still a large and attempting to control the outbreak of the infection. Several headquarters were set up all over the city in an attempt to better coordinate with the local police force and the civilian population. During the time that they were operationable, a quick and efficient way to supply the headquarters, was to send a plane overhead to drop caches to each individual base throughout the city. Occasionally one of these crates would miss their intended designation, sometimes by a little other times by a lot. Usually these caches would be quickly recovered and secured. One specific crate however, missed it's target by mere inches and got entangled with the office building next to the one it was supposed to land on. The building it got stuck on happened to be filled with infected, making a trip up the several floors it contained rather dangerous. At the time, these supplies, for the military force was little to nothing. Another cache could and was send to replace the one deemed unobtainable. Now, six years later the crate still hung, hooked to the building by its parachute, half of it smashed through one of the many windows. A permanent eye sore for any survivors still within the city.

Alex had seen the military supply crate many times, some nights he simply stared up at the sky, attempting to move the crate mentally, through sheer power of will. So far, he had proven unsuccesful. Over the years several plans were made. Attempting to force a way up through the building, past all the infected to secure the crate. Extremly dangerous and a guaranteed death, hence abandoned. Finding a working helicopter to secure the crate, perhaps in his dreams. Engineering a complicated device to launch heavy objects at the crate to destabilize it in an attempt to lodge it free so it would float down to the ground where it could be recovered, unlikely. Lack of engineering skills quickly put an end to those thoughts regardless. Finding a high caliber military grade sniper rifle and repeatedly shooting one of the straps connecting the crate to the parachute after which it would snap and tilt the crate, forcing it out of the window and down to a speedy decent, high chance of succes. Alex has been searching for a rifle ever since he came up with the latest plan. A cache full of high grade military weaponry, if he was fortunate, would be like winning the lottery.