It's only been a few days... but it feels like an eternity.

I received word about my training on october 15th, 2012, and how it'll finally pay off. It was unexpected to say the least, but at I was always prepared for the worst. Little did I know that day would come sooner than I thought.

My informant, "D", alerted me that they're coming, in multiple waves. And that all I can do is wait for them, and be prepared. Preparedness including instructing blockades, anything to "funnel" them into my killzone. Identify weak spots, use strengths, and all the bells and whistles.

Soon after, I received my official licenses and tags for clearance, and was sent on Territory CC-RS-2278. This was my base... Was.

My Top-Secret "care package" arrived safely, and after some assembly, was up and running. "Will this really work...?" I thought to myself.

"It has to."

I looked around, knowing I was the only person able to defend my people from... them...

The first wave closed in sooner than expected, caught me off gaurd. They killed three of my people, and I quickly took action to defend the rest.

I barely managed to survive the first wave, with what supplies and time I had. Nonetheless, everyone else was safe.

Time to reload and await the next wave.

It looks like Hell has finally overflowed into Oklahoma.

Signing out... S. Kintarin.

P.S. Thank you for the "care packages", "D" [a.k.a. jehdin]! The Permits, sign, weaponry, and even if you did send me zombies, they're easy enough to kill!