The name’s Nick.. but don't worry about learning it, ’cause I ain’t stickin’ around long. I went down south to Savannah ’cause I could probably make a few thousand off of fleecing lonely widows wanting "rebounds" or dumbasses with too much money for their own good. Turns out that the Green Flu got to them before I could―your call if they're better off infected rather than left alive with me.

The last way out of Savannah was the CEDA evacuation spot at The Vannah hotel. But the damn chopper left without us: so much for CEDA. Now here I was, stuck with three.. people. People I gotta call my fellow survivors in this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. There's Coach, Ellis and Rochelle, and they're decent people. We are walking through the valley of the shadow of death, and we are kicking ass while we do it! We're making it look easy!

We went to the Liberty Mall, where there just so happened to be another CEDA evac center. Waddya know: when we get there, it's overrun. Shocker, right? Now, Ellis is driving in this Jimmy Gibbs Jr. guy's stock car down the I-20, and we're heading straight to New Orleans. Apparently, there's the last CEDA evac station that's not overrun yet, and it's still picking up survivors.

It's probably gonna be overrun by the time we get there, though. I just know it is.