[El Quia]

I have my diary. Here it is:

Day 14: I am at the roof of some building with an old guy, this chick and a black guy. We have guns and ammo. We heard there's a helicopter making evacs at some hospital. I hate helicopters.

Day 15: We managed to walk all the way from that building. I must have killed a truckload of vampires on the way. One of those bastards puked on me, and next thing I know they were everywhere. Those other guys shot at them like crazy, without hitting me by pure chance. We are in this room over the metro station. The old guy keeps on babbling about it leading to the hospital. I hate subways.

Day 16: The metro was full of those people trying to eat us. We fought a big, bodybuilding vampire that was throwing debris at us. Then, there was this door that we opened by starting up some generators. And us killing a bunch of freaks. The black guy got beaten up pretty bad. He wouldn't shut up about the machine gun in there. That was pretty cool. Also, we found new weapons. This auto-shotgun is groovy. Now we are holed up in some pawn shop. Black guy bumped a car parked out in the streets and the alarm went off, attracting all those vamps. We almost didn't make it. I hate car alarms.

Day 17: We arrived at a loading bay. There, another of those freaking bodybuilders tried to punch us and threw pieces of pavement at us. The chick missed a shot and blew up a gas station in the end, killing it. Lucky shot. She said that she did it on purpose. Bullshit. Then, we running through a rooftop while shooting more of those bastards back into hell. Then the sewers. Down there we lost the black guy to some crying bitch down there. The smell must have got her cranky and she attacked that guy. Then she escaped running. Bitch. Ah shit, I was just starting to like that guy. Finally we reached the hospital, got inside and shut the door. I hate hospitals.

Day 18: The hospital was a battle-zone. Those monsters were everywhere, and the stench was terrible. We took an elevator to the roof. The chick told me these monsters are zombies, not vampires. Whatever. We ended up on a floor still under construction. I punched a bunch of zombies off the building; that was fun. When we reached the roof, we used a radio to call the helicopter. We had to fight a lot of those monsters while waiting for it, throwing molotovs and using the machine gun on the roof of the hospital. That black dude would have surely love this. When the chopper arrived we made a run for it, with the zombies right behind us. Some bastard pounced the girl and started to punch her. Or claw her? Not sure. The old guy killed that creep with a shot to the head. He yelled at me to drag the chick back to the helicopter while he covered our rear. I managed to drag her into the chopper. She's heavier than she looks. As I got on I saw something wrap its tongue around the old man and drag him away. Shit, I'm gonna miss the old guy. The pilot is taking us away from here. The girl's still unconscious. He says he's taking us to a refugee camp set up by the military. Great, I hate the military.