Entry 33: Vergil

Fuck...  Knew this sort of shit would happen eventually.  Tessa reminds me of one my cousins.  Her dad died in a car accident a few years before everything went to shit, and the creep who t-boned the car got away with only a few months in jail.  Sylvia...  She went after the guy once he was free.  Got shot in the process by him, just defending his home they said.  Didn't help that she ended up dying on the way to the hospital.  I mean, I get that Tessa's brother was infected and that he wanted someone to kill him, but...  She's got plenty of reason to blame us.  I saw the look on her face when we got back.  She's trying to stay calm, but she wants to share the hurt.  Hopefully we can get her to vent it on the deadheads.  If not for the infection none of us would be in this mess.  The others...  I'm pretty sure none of them save Ellis know much about fighting except defending themselves after Z-A Day, against zombies.  Its different when its someone living.  Shit.  Our trip into town didn't help much really.  I mean, stuff that'll help us for now, but not stuff that'll get us back on the road and away from here.  Definitely going to need Ellis' help with her.  I thought he was just a geezer when we first met, but the dude's a fucking vet marine.  Swear, one of the zombies hid in shadows on one of the streets we were checking, still fresh, rushed us.  Ellis grabbed the damn thing and snapped its neck, dusted off his hands like it was nothing.  He's aight in my book.  He knows what's what.