5 people died and became zombies in the middle of the night. They were able to attack another 17 people before being shot by Stormbreach troops.



This caused all of us to go into a panic. If you so much as coughed people were willing to kill you on the spot. This place was as unprotected as it gets. The SB troops weren’t screening anyone before coming in. They were just putting us all here like cattle and seeing who comes out alive.



At 8am sharp is when the loud speaker kicked on and “orientation” began. We were instructed that this was only temporary housing, and that due to the overwhelming numbers of survivors, space in Seattle was limited. If you were a doctor, or a mechanic, or an engineer, you were let in to the city immediately. If you were just a normal joe trying to survive, you were given a lottery ticket. 20 lottery numbers were called out each day. Until your number is called, you have to stay on the island.



One thing I noticed last night when the people were infected and killed, the other survivors immediately looted their bodies. At first I didn’t understand why, but it made sense now. They were looking for the lottery tickets. I guess the more you have, the better your chances….



I’m just thankful that Charles is looking out for me. Had I come here on my own, I don’t think I would have survived very long. I started wondering about his family, and if he misses them at all? He never talks about his family, he’s never said whether he’s single or married, or if he even has kids. Maybe the MC was his family…and they’re all gone now…