Salvation

It's come. It's finally come! We're getting out of here! The military finally heard our S.O.S. transmissions after all this time. They're coming to evacuate any remaining survivors in front of Northrup Auditorium at 1400 before they cleanse the area. If you can make it there, get there. Otherwise you will be left behind.

Current count: 185 Healthy | 201 Infected

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

And Then There Were Two

Each mission brings the survivors closer to salvation, but at the same time the threat of annihilation grows. Our numbers fall each passing day while the infected tide never seems to end. Tonight was the first real sign of hope for resistance. A vaccine had been found for infection, though only a sample had been obtained. The rest was stashed at the Armory. The survivors gathered on the side of Pleasant Street to organize a mission to retrieve the remainder. They didn't know what the were up against.

As the mission proceeded down Pleasant Street wandering infected were drawn to the patrol. By the time the survivors reached Johnston Hall a horde had presented itself across the road. The groaning and howling of the infected unnerved the survivors, but they held strong. They had survived the Knoll Massacre and were determined to survive this night. A few of the infected jumped from the bushes but were cut down by the survivors' withering fire.

The horde shadowed the patrol until it had reached Nicholson Hall, where the onslaught began. 2nd Squad faced the brunt of the attack, losing the majority of the squad to a rear assault, including HAVOC member David, who managed to capture the patrol via head cam. Xavier and a few other survivors escaped the melee but became disoriented in an attempt to return home. They were brought down by roving infected.

Upon reaching the Armory the vaccine was revealed to only contain enough doses to cure two. The group argued over who would receive the vaccine. David hobbled up to the group having been freshly bitten, but he did not yet display the infection's symptoms. It was decided that he would be the first recipient of the vaccine, and the other would be decided via triage of captured infected and those bitten that night.

The resistance scattered following the vaccine's retrieval. The number of infected wandering campus is dangerously high and the survivors used the valuable time the infected were distracted feeding to return to shelter. Unfortunately during this scramble many were brought down by small groups of infected, usually within tragically short distances of safety.

Survivors, we have lost many in the horrific violence visiting our campus this week. Many of our closest friends and neighbors have been killed before our very eyes, but even as our ranks shrink this is no time to give up. We owe it to the fallen to survive. We must live to tell their story. Make no mistake; we will triumph.

Current count as of 0315: 215 Healthy | 171 Infected

Blockade Running

Infected. Infected everywhere. The number seems to grow by the second. I glanced out the side window to check the situation before I stepping outside our shelter. There must have been at least five. This may seem low, but previous encountered have proven them to be very fast. Fast enough they'll chase almost anyone down, given the chance. I wasn't about to let that happen. I'm going to make it through this!

I quickly realized that I was going to have get out of there by some other means. I searched the building and found no conventional exit through which I could leave, so I improvised. I managed to make it all the way to Coffman Memorial Union, though I don't know how. There were zombies all around Comstock Hall. They must have been attracted by the lights and sounds left on by its residents before the infection hit.

I climbed to the first floor of Coffman Memorial Union and checked dozens of windows to make sure there weren't any infected lurking around the pillars on the front steps and made my dash to Kolthoff Hall. Thankfully no infected saw me as I crossed the footbridge over Washington Avenue into the Mall Area, a known hot spot for attacks.

To those of you brave survivors at tonight's mission, I wish you the best of luck. I regret that I will not be able to join you in the noble endeavor you have embarked on, but I will be following your every move from HAVOC headquarters. May your sights be true and may you kill many infected.

Answer to Infection?

The third day dawned, the air thick with the smell of rotting flesh. Burial parties set out to burn the corpses from the previous day's slaughter, but returned, reporting that the corpses have disappeared. The number of infected is higher than initially estimated at the end of last night. Since the initial headcounts were taken after the action seen last night at least twenty more survivors have fallen.

Tonight is the first step toward ending all of this. Formation will be held at 1900 on the rear ramp of the Science Teaching and Student Services building. We will attempt to piece together and find a cure to this infection.

There is hope, survivors.

Current count as of 1630: 257 Healthy | 128 Infected

Massacre at the Knoll

The survivors arrived at the staging area set in the courtyard behind Lind Hall. Unease hung heavy in the crowd. Most if not every person present had watched one of their friends succumb to infection, maybe even had to kill them. Still they gathered, despite the hordes wandering campus. A distress beacon was picked up by authorities and its location placed it near the Knoll Area. The gathered survivors were tasked with recovering and investigating the beacon in force, and formed up five abreast before the mission.

Coming across Church Street on Scholars' Walk, the militia encountered substantial numbers of infected and continued across to Vincent, where many survivors' nerves took over.

Cries rang out from the rear of the formation as a mob of infected charged.

"Oh my God, zombies! Fucking run!"

"Bail! Bail!"

Panic took over as the infected slammed into the survivors. No shots were fired as survivor after survivor fled the melee only to be chased down and mauled by other, more scattered infected. Those who hadn't given in to hysteria pushed forward and regrouped in the middle of the Mall Area on Scholars' Walk. The survivors pressed onward to Pleasant Street where again they were charged from behind, forcing a small run toward the objective, but the survivors were successful in repelling the attack.

With the objective in sight, the survivors crossed Pleasant Street and funneled into the narrow corridor between  Scott and Elliot Halls, where a horde lurked among the gardens. When the survivors were twenty feet from the beacon the horde charged from the left, causing a panic that forced HAVOC member Ryan out of formation where he was eviscerated while the rest of the survivors fought the onslaught. The slaughter continued until finally the survivors gained the upper hand when a man fired into the brutal combat, assisting the recovery mission.

The man brandished a chart of infection data and explained that he had been monitoring the infection. Hopefully, he explained, we could use this data to pinpoint the source of the infection and possibly develop a vaccine or cure.

Though the mission was successful the victory was bittersweet. The knowledge that has been obtained has come at a steep price. Many survivors were violently and swiftly cut down, severely diminishing our collective ability to outlast and survive the infection. I can only hope those remaining have what it takes to make it to the end, because we're going to need all the help we can get.

Many of the dead and missing have not yet been accounted for, and we'll most likely see the damage done at first light tomorrow. The count as of 2250 is as follows:

284 Healthy | 101 Estimated infected

Godspeed, survivors.

A Bloody Day

The siren blared as three members of HAVOC stepped outside into the afternoon heat. Coming down the steps all three of their heads turned rapidly back and forth. The number of survivors has been rapidly declining as the infection spreads like wildfire across campus. We had not seen our network correspondent, Matt, all day and though we were worried for him, we must move on about our business. The three set off toward Coffman and into the infected zone.

Later on that afternoon we received a transmission from a dying Matt. He recounted his grisly attack. Had just crossed the Washington Avenue bridge, alone, when he spotted two infected. They stared each other down until they were distracted by another survivor hoping to sneak by them unnoticed. Matt made a break for it while the poor sucker was pursued by the infected, but he failed to spot the third lurker outside the Weisman Art Museum and was slammed against the wall before being mauled. We comforted him as best we could over the airwaves listening to his slow, painful transition to infection, as his speech slowly turned to coughs and groaning.

We lost two members today, bringing our number ever lower to four. Stay strong, survivors. We will get through this.

Current count as of 1830 hours: 304 healthy, estimated 79 infected.