Berlin, September 7th
We've been retreating since the chaos started. First we lost Schöneberg, where the disease first appeared. Fucking Turks with their disgusting habits!
We tried to isolate the area, but it quickly spread to Kreuzberg e Neuköll. Then it was all over the city.
The troops were out there, barricading streets, evacuating people, shooting down the zombies, because that what is was, an zombie invasion!
How else could I describe people getting sick, dying and coming back to life?
They were easy kill, I have to say it. When you are firing an assault rifle, you can turn anyone, zombie or not, in ground meat. We could kill the sick, but not the sickness. More and more people dying and coming back. Even soldiers, even colleagues of mine. No one was immune to that shit. No one!
Then Berlin was completely overrun. There was no way we could leave it and escape. We got cornered, surrounded by millions of living dead motherfuckers!
No choppers came to rescue us, no armored cars, no tanks, no air support. We were left to die here.
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