Entry 46: Steven Bryce

The additional members of the group are proving increasingly useful with every passing day.  The bow and arrows they and Billy made took down a deer, and we ate our fill and still had some to put in the freezers of the ice cream truck.  They've already started making more.  The Sargent...  He seems to be a bit shell-shocked or something, everything is strict and ordered about him, always measuring everything out and speaking mostly on effectiveness of our survival skills, helping us improve what he can.  But he's looking to me for orders.  So eager to give up the command of the two he had with him and surrender the burden of responsibility.  I'll bear it, but its hard.  I wish Richard was still here more than ever.  He grew to trust me, but still argued anyways to make sure we had the bases covered.  Always trying to learn more, to understand what was going on, to piece it all together like it was more than just survival he was aiming for us.  Like, wanting to see if the early-stage zombies could be cured somehow.  Gave himself so we'd have a better chance, took the responsibility I...  I don't know if I could have.  Not in that way.