*Luke lays his weapon on the table and procceds to sit down for awhile. He needed the rest for now, he was starting to prepare to keep watch later on for the night. He unpacks his backpack and looks at the paper he had collected earlier. The paper was a bit destroyed but still in enough good shape so that you could understand what would've been written on them in the past. Luke puts the paper in order and sorts them up according to the date. After doing so he grabs his journal and decides to write some stuff down in it.*
2019-06-25: Where do I even start? It's so weird being back here again. The W.H.O got my son and he's alive I got it confirmed. But those bastards are refusing to let me go back to Sweden. Something about the airspace not being secured. I'll have to go by car they said and it will take some time. That's probably bullshit they are keeping here for some stupid reason probably. After that I was transported to a safe camp I was operated on and they fixed my leg. It was so fucked and it still hurts a bit when I try to sprint, it's so bad when you're in a sticky situation and need to get the fuck out of something. At least I'm stable again after treatment and therapy from the camp. I wonder if that woman who was so insane is still around?
Meet another Swede who has some experience in the medical field. It was fun metting someone friendly at least. The old towns are pretty much jist filled with deads. Everyone seems stationed northeast these days and everyone knows each other. Haven't seen any familiar faces around yet, would be nice if they were alive and still around. I'll finish up here I hate this writing stuff it's boring as hell.
*Luke would then fall asleep for a while and recovering from the day that had been. He would have his usuall nightmare and wake up sweaty. By the time he got up it was his turn to keep watch for the night. He would grab his rifle and set up at the top of the roof overlooking the house*