Entry 54: Steven Bryce

No one wants to talk about it, but, I need to say it, even if no one ever hears these recordings.  Markus Pierce got infected last week, and tried to hide it.  Spent more and more time in the freezer of his truck, checking on everything he kept saying...  When he finished turning, we thought that he must have snapped and then let himself freeze to death in the back of his truck.  Didn't think to check him for bites...  Just saw lay there, unmoving for hours.  We tried to give him a proper burial, but just as we finished the hole he got up and bit Graham.  Markus, he got a shot to the head from the Sargent, before he could bite anyone else.  Graham, he just...  His eyes welled up and he ran for the gas station.  Ellis and the Sargent got to him before the rest of us could.  They...  They decapitated him after taking him back into the freezer.

I understand the reasons they...  released him like that.  But...  That's three now dead since we started heading toward the farm.  Is this going to be our El Dorado?  I mean, we don't even know for certain what we'll find there.  We have to hope, because, what else is there?

The zombies attacked us the next day when we were camped.  They literally popped out of the snow that had covered them and started attacking.  These damn Frost Zombies, as Tiana called them yesterday...  They're the proof to what Richard had said a month ago.  The zombies aren't just dying out like we hoped.  They're mutating.  Getting smarter.  Stronger.  Adapting to the cold.  I don't know where Vergil or Tessa are right now.  During our stand against the horde we managed to clear enough for our vehicles to get out, but when Vergil tried following on the motorcycle with Tessa they hit a crawler and crashed the bike.  I told everyone to turn around, but Vergil shouted into the radio for us to keep going and they'd meet us up at the farm once we got there.  I tried to argue, but he cut me off.  I saw them in our rearview, being chased by the frost zombies closing in, slow, but untiring.  I swear, just as we almost got out of view, I thought I saw them head into a small town, but it could be wishful thinking.