Name: Joseph Jorici
Location: Somewhere west of Washington D.C.
Items: .22 pistol, 5 rounds
Diary Entry 3:
I set my CV radio that I inherited form my father on the ground. I don't even know what caused it to break. I had a funny feeling that that someone was watching me when I met the horde in D.C. I am very thankful for that. Now I need them to tend to my wrist...
Three days before the D.C. incident
I pick up my duffel bag and toss it on the matress of the apartment someone let me stay in. I zipped it open, and pulled out a picture of my mom, dad, sister, and puppy.
I stared at it blankly, but not for long, because everything went to Hell in about 10 minutes.
A screech was heard outside of the gates of the survivor's colony of D.C. I heard muffled gunfire, and that was usual around these parts. I looked out the window and expected to see the usual. But instead, a truck exploded through the gates. smashed through a building, and plowed into a guard tower. It immediately toppled over and killed the two people inside it. I gripped my pistol. A very, very large horde of zombies came inside from the broken gate and very quickly controlled the city. I saw a bunch of people with automatic rifles open fire on the zombies, but there were too many. I ran downstairs and that was when it happened.
The truck was packed with plastic explosives.
An ear-splitting BOOM rocked the area, and every thing within 20 meters flew back.
I fell over and twisted my wrist due to the shaking of the Earth, I screamed and rolled down the stairs. I crawled into the cupboard and waited.
Present
I get a splint on my hand, it turns out I sprained it pretty badly. There were three men examining a map. I turned around and sat in the chair and turned on the radio.
"'They are evacuating by (static) in Atlantic City, New Jersey. (static) own risk."
I stood up and walked over to the man looking at the map.
"You better mark Atlantic City down." I said.
I then explained to him why.
He marked in red marker a path to Atlantic City.
