The following event is recorded in the hopes of remembering the fallen. Witnessed and recorded by the Scout Deborah.
It was an overcast day in the year 3102, the wind was whipping my hair around as I stood lookout watching as humanity fell apart. I was scouting ahead for fellow survivors using my communication device when it happened. I was in my technological headquarters as an eagle eye, when a comrade told me that they needed to reach the Food Bank. I was making an exit strategy to reach the destination and it was all clear, no adversaries in sight. They started their trek across, and with one weapon in hand they went out to begin the run. A zombie emerged from a building, no warning given to his impending destruction. I alerted the survivors of his presence, and the leader of the trio stated "I got this," if only I knew now that he needed the help.
Knowing that they would need assistance I rushed inside to grab ammo. I came back to my post to watch as my closest companion died. I saw their Leader grappling with a zombie, and picked up the communication device to see what form of assistance he needed. All I heard was wrestling and wind as I watched the struggle ensue. And as the leader was bitten by the zombie, the line went dead. The other two survivors by this time had scattered and had left him behind to die. They were at the food bank, as their former comrade changed before their eyes. Heartbroken and mortified I must now create an antidote. Farewell and goodbye old friend.
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