Survivng pt 5

It's been a day since we saw any figure. Mark and I have been wondering the streets, looking for something... A safe area, police, the army... no luck. It's almost maddening.. no birds chirping. There is only the occasional gunshot, and the constant moaning of the undead. I almost can't take it... Mark is losing his grip too.. I don't think I can take it much longer... I need... a sign. A sign that things will be alright..