Day 29&30:
I've passed out so many times but I refuse to let up in my frivolous attempts to push my limits.

Day 31&32:
I'm going mad from paranoia and lack of food and sleep. The feeling of being watched never goes away.

Day 33&34:
The zombies are coming at us with no signs of mercy and I'm barely making it through.

Day 35&36:
My condition was so bad that Dimitri had to force-feed me and tranquilize me.

Day 37&38:
I'm back to full health and we're only a few days away from leaving Crater City.

Day 39,40,41:
We're losing good men to starvation. We no longer have any food left. We finally have the heliport secured and some idiot decided to blow the fuel tank. Now we are looking for parts to repair it.

Day 42,43,44:
Everyone is busting their asses to help find parts. After lots of searching and work, I was in the air with Dimitri and four other men.

There was a terrible storm and the chopper crashed. I was the only survivor. Dimitri and the others forced me out of the flaming bird with the only chute.