NAME: John Doe
LOCATION: La Guardia International Airport, NYC, NY, USA-5:02 PM, day 1
STATUS: Brink of panic, extreme fear
HEALTH: 97/100
INVENTORY: Hands- Beretta M9(7-0)
Backpack- Medkit, 2 peanut butter sandwiches, a half empty bottle of water, and a kitchen knife
I ran to my cousin Darrel's Cessna 127 as it waited on the landing strip, fired two shots randomly towards the group of about 6 zombies that were chasing me. I quickly hop aboard the plane and Darrel speeds up and takes off. He says that we'll have to make tons of stops to refuel as we head to San Francisco. He tells me that he knows some people there that we may be able to hook up with.
NAME: John Doe
LOCATION: Leaving La Guardia International Airport in Darrel's plane, NYC, NY, USA-5:04 PM, day 1
STATUS: Calming down, still slightly freaked out
HEALTH: 97/100
INVENTORY: Hands- Beretta M9(5-0)
Backpack- Medkit, 2 peanut butter sandwiches, a half empty bottle of water, and a kitchen knife
EDIT: I added the "day 1" thing.