Dead Silence

The campus is uncomfortably calm today. The number of infected has risen significantly from botched missions the authorities insisted would help stop the overwhelming tide. The few remaining survivors have been forced to run small, stealthy patrols through campus as they run low on supplies. Friday night was one such mission.

We met at McDonald's, strangely one of the safer locations in the area, and ventured into campus. Everything went smoothly while we ventured to Comstock Hall to link up with David before continuing. We continued on toward the Superblock where we encountered our first infected on the patrol. He has gunned down by four of our team before we continued on to Scholars' Walk. Here we met up with a lone survivor walking toward the Mall Area.

Reports had come in earlier in the day of large groups of infected roaming the Mall Area and as a precautionary measure our team decided to survey the area from the roof of Tate Laboratory. When we reached the front doors we checked the area from the top of the steps, where we observed a survivor wandering past Walter Library. David sprinted from our position to bring him to safety when we spotted some infected. We bolted inside, leaving David and the other survivor to fend for themselves, and one of the infected raised its head and howled, signaling others to our position. We had to move.

Other infected heard the howl and joined in, calling more to the building. The howling set an eerie soundtrack to our flight up the stairs. We scrambled onto the roof and watched in horror as the horde surrounded the building. Two unlucky souls ran into a horde on Northrup Plaza. They fired desperately at the oncoming infected but were overwhelmed and destroyed. Meanwhile the pounding against the doors of Tate Lab reached a thunderous roar. Glass shattered. They were inside.

We crept back inside and down a flight of stairs to the elevator. We could hear the infected on the floors below us, searching. They started up the stairs right as Patrick reached the elevator and the door closed. The elevator was crammed full, our weapons aimed at the door in case they were waiting for us at the bottom. Upon reaching the basement we discovered that it was empty. We could still hear the footsteps of the infected above us and in the adjacent corridors. Silently we searched for a safe exit.

An opportunity presented itself in the tunnel network that criss-crosses campus. We followed the signs toward Murphy Hall, keeping strict silence due to the infected roaming the basement. We reached Ford Hall and determined the exit was clear. David and I split from the group to return to Comstock Hall and reached safety shortly thereafter.

It may be quiet out there, survivors, but remain vigilant. The horde will be back, and in greater numbers.

Current Count as of 1700: 187 Healthy | 198 Infected