Journal:Brian Fantana's Diary

A pink and grime stained diary book. Pitman Pitbulls has been scored into the cover

The first several pages are filled with trivial information concering Brian Fantana.

March 16, 2006 - I guess it's about time I finally made use of this. I'd never really had the need, nor desire to keep track of my travels and thoughts... but something about me has changed over these past months since the outbreak. I'm none too proud to admit it, but for the first time in my life, I truly appreciate its fragileness and value. God, I was so blind before. Some nights, I sit and wonder, was this truly a blessing in disguise? It has been said for as long as time can recall, that God works in mysterious ways... I think I am beginning to agree with that cliche phrase. Anyway, back to my current situation. For the past few months, I have been situated as one of the founding members of the Pitman Pitbulls. Oh, we had a grand old time in that mansion, defending it from attacks by the zombie hordes, including it's previous resident Lord Pitman. Several lines are covered in dried blood and unreadable. ...itch, the bleeding won't stop! God, oh God why? Why are you tormenting us? Indeciferable scribbles. ... I fear I will soon become one of the undead. I will carry this book with me, tieing it to my belt before I turn. With hope, some poor soul will pick it from my corpse. I pray that it gives them some sense of who I am... was.