Entry 58: Sargent John Francis Hook

The frost zombies are dropping in number a little bit.  We may be past the worst of them.  Maybe.  We remain vigilant and keep listening for radio contact of any sort.  Today we heard a distorted call for help, but clearly not Vergil or Tessa.  Unknown who it is, but not too far off of our route, a few days if we take it cautiously as we have been.  Can't afford to be burning through fuel without refilling at every chance we can get.  The snow is melting a bit, but not gone yet.  Lots of slush and ice forming at night.  Some of the frost zombies are becoming more visible when the piles get smaller.  Soon we may not need the snowplow for its intended purpose, but it still has a lot of horsepower.  If nothing else, perhaps for plowing fields with some modification at some later date.