"I was so exhausted I couldn't help but sleep and in the morning, the infected were gone. I don't know where they went, maybe they found other survivors. But I'm making a run for it. This city is in chaos. Buildings are burning. Wrecked cars cover the streets. At first there was looting, but… now there's no one. The dead are everywhere. Where are the fucking police? The military? Why haven't they— wait a second. Wait a second. There's someone up ahead. Oh, man. It looks like a little girl. She's sitting in the street next to a woman who looks to be dead. Her mother maybe? The girl's crying. Ah, Jesus Christ. Her face is buried in her chest and she's crying. I can't just leave her there… alone. She's about the same age as my son. No more than six. Oh, fuck… Hello? Hey sweetie, are you okay? Honey? Maybe you should come with me. Sweetheart, I… (Shrieking) Oh my God… her face… it's covered with blood. Shit… Oh, God! (Background fighting noise and tape stops)"