Shortly after I stopped logging yesterday, I proposed the idea that we should go back to the Placid Portobello soon. Kevin thought it was a good idea, but said that he should go alone to check it out. He also keeps audio logs, just like us. We heard him talking through the radio transmitter, saying something that sounded like "Joe.... Hold up there..." I think Kevin was telling us to stay here. Kevin realized that the Zombies are attracted to human voices. He said that whenever he goes outside and tries to log, Zombies flock on to him like flies to rotting food. We have to keep quiet. It pains me, but I am going to have to start whispering the logs, and everything else we do. I hate whispering. Alex and I went to the roof of Wonton Cooks and mounted our minigun there. Now we have a 360° view of the area around us, and we can shoot any way we want. Again, nothing interesting is happening. Alex and I are quiet, slowly running out of ammo, and slowly running out of food. I'm sure my logs will get longer soon, but for now there is nothing to report. Just the steady flow of Zombies. Hopefully Kevin will be back with this Joe person... Maybe we can form a team. This reminds me of a game I used to play before the infestation. It was called Fascist Vampires.... There would be 4 of us holed up in a room with a bunch of Vampires clawing at the windows, ripping them apart and coming through. We would shoot them, and see how many rounds we could last. It seems like I do these logs every night at about 10, and that's when the Zombies come. That means i've got to go. Aim for the head.
Ivano
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