Day 22:
Shooting zombies is harder than you think, but my hope lies solely in that heliport. I packed my rollaway trunk and tried my damn best out in the field.

Day 23:
The blood and guts of these rotting corpses remind me of that 'hospital'. I swear, if I ever see Crowe again, he'll be begging Hades for mercy for taking Leo away from me. My plans are to travel to Nevara City. I heard that it was abandoned eons ago, so the chances of the undead being there are slim.

Day 24:
I ran into a spirit claiming that all that I want and need is in Nevara. I don't know if I imagined it or not but I have this feeling deep inside that says I need to keep going.

Day 25&26:
The rain has been pouring, but even so, no one has even dared to take a break. I've worked harder than anyone else. I haven't slept or ate in two days. I won't rest, not until we're free.

Day 27&28:
I'm exhausted but we're too close to stop now.