>December 9th, 1993
>Louisville, Kentucky
>My name is Greene Mous
>I managed to make it into one of these hotel rooms before one of those things noticed.
>I heard some screaming outside… and then silence.
>It’s been 6 months since the outbreak happened.
>Within those 6 months, I managed to get shot by some lunatic with a rifle.
>He got swarmed soon after, screaming my name…
>Found a group with a doctor and stuck with them
>He said not to put pressure on the wound.
>We were sneaking through the alleyways and buildings of Louisville as the zombies claimed more and more of the city.
>A few weeks ago we decided to hole up in this hotel.
>Some high-end place. Was probably expensive before shit hit the fan.
>I told them that it was a bad idea, given it’s proximity to the mall.
>Harriet brought a large group of them out with her rifle.
>Now I’m here, stuck in a room with a knife, a hand axe, and enough adrenaline to ignore my broken leg
>If this is how I die, so be it