Notes taken from Ron's Journal before the collapse of his group.
Not to sure why I’m bothering to write in this anymore, I suppose it helps me keep focused on things. Anyway it’s been a few weeks since we left that hole in the ground, when we stopped for the night in an abandoned gas station Willow decided in a drunken raving that we should travel south towards South Zagoria, not sure what’s gotten into her but I guess she and the rest of the group have decided that Russia isn’t as safe as we’d initially thought upon arrival, especially not with all those armed goons roaming the place. It’s been a few days now since we crossed the border...Well the remains of the border anyway, things seem as shitty here if not worse than Russia but we’ve heard some broadcasts about a safe place to the east so that’ll be where we’re heading.
Notes found from Ron's Journal after the collapse of his group. It’s been a few weeks since the collapse of our group...First time I’ve stopped moving for more than a few hours, Willows...Willows dead...Everybody's dead. When we arrived to this supposed safe zone everything was okay for a few days until a group of those, things got in during the night...I still remember the smell of blood and the ear piercing screams as people were being torn into. Willow and I managed to make it out of the camp before it was completely overrun and into the adjacent woods but I’m not sure whether or not it was a good idea...We were jumped by another pack of them which I’m guessing were drawn to the noise. They grabbed Willow right in front of me and there was nothing I could do...I just ran and left my sister to die, god dammit why the fuck did we stop at this place? Everything was fine until we got the idea this place was gonna work out...No I can’t blame anyone for this it’s my fault for not being careful...I will see you all again one day, but for now I’ll do what I’ve always done and take what I need or want to survive.