It’s been over 10 days now we’ve been stuck in this god forsaken place somewhere in Toxteth. Supplies are low, only a few handguns left with very limited ammo, we’ll use whatever we can get our hands on to make our way through this.

Sometimes the days feel like weeks, whats even more scarier [sic] is how quiet it is outside, but we know these THINGS are out there. Our friend left for food and water but zero contact has been made since!

If anyone reads this save yourself and watch your back! We are planning on leaving tomorrow morning and heading south, we believe there is a store of some kind in that direction but not entirely sure

As you're walking around the place, in dire need of a First Aid Kit, because of those damn Runners... You stumble upon "Harrington Road". You then see a figure approaching. You clutch onto your E-Tool, and realize...Holy shit it's another Survivor! A man, with a black cap, a tanned leather jacket, grey undershirt, black pants, and wielding a Beretta 92FS. "Agh...need fuckin' 9mm-" He stops, and aims his handgun at you, but realizes you're a Survivor and not a Shambler, so he lowers his weapon. He approaches you and asks you. "Are you infected? You got any 9mm I could borrow? Jesus Christ you look like hammered shit, kid."