Mar

I’m hurt my friend My leg is killing me Scratched myself up good

Car stopped to charge again Went into woods

Heard gun shot

Was going to head back but stopped

Was it zombs or soldiers

They saved me so I should have gone back

Heard voices Voice of guy that shoved me against wall

No way I was going back I had no gun Jason said no

So I went the other direction

I wasn’t paying attention and took a fall off a hill

Crawled over behind some rocks

Sitting duck for zombs or soldiers

Think soldiers are gone

Don’t know what to do now

Leg is bad Sore all over No food Little wat

No gun

We are in trouble journ