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My name is Frank and I am a Freelance Photographer. As I write this journal, I am on a helicopter bound for Willimet, Colorado, population 53,485. As you may have heard on the national news, there has been some sort of biological outbreak. Something terrible has happened and the city has been quarantined.No one knows what ails the people, or at least, no one is talking and the Army has blockaded all land routes into the city. I aim to find out what's going on.

We fly over a warehouse. There's a women on the roof and she's surrounded by other people, but they are acting strange... almost animalistic. She pulls out a pistol and begins shooting one, but surprisingly, he is unfazed by the bullets. They move towards her, shambling like drunken fools. Just what the hell is going on here?

We fly towards the center of town. I tell the pilot to set down at the helipad on top of the mall. I want to hop out and snoop around. Just as we get close, black helicopters appear on the horizon, headed our way fast. There's no time to land, I've got to bail, so I tell the pilot to come in low and slow. Above the roof of the shopping mall, I bail out of the chopper, just as the black helicopters get on the tail of my transport here. The pilot better return in 3 days like I told him to.