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Dear Anyone,
This blog most likely isn't anything special nowadays. Schools are back in session, people are back at work again, hell even new recruits are up here at the outpost. Thank you all for coming on this journey with me. For probably the final time, from the NSA's ABC Outpost,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,
I was finally able to get back into this account. Its been about two months I think. A lot has changed. Survy and Doc came rescue me from the cult. Unfortunately, Doc was killed in the shootout. The others had already been sacrificed by the cult. We returned to the outpost and have been living comfortably. Some big cities have been barricaded and are now inhabited by survivors.

# data[].attributes.body
If anyone is ever able to make the journey here, the cult is located 30 miles north of the outpost. If you can, come save me. They're calling me. I need to go. Goodbye.

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Dearest Everyone,
Its been a fun ride. I loved talking to you all. Helping you all to survive and all that junk has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. So, if I don't make it back, thank you. For everything. I'm not sure what they'll do with me, but this might be my last post. Keep talking, blogging, and creating ideas for the Guild. I love you all.

For maybe the last time, from the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
This is the church of the Snow Queen. We've captured Inhabitant C. This will be the last post to this padlet. We're letting him say one last goodbye.

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Dear Anyone,
I'm sorry I was gone for a couple days. Some important things happened. I did a flyover of the immediate area around the outpost. It was snowing and really hard to see, but I found something. There's a little village of igloos a few miles north. I saw people. I couldn't make out any features. They were all huddled in some sort of atrium around a fire. They saw me. They pulled out guns and tried to shoot at the plane. I have no idea where they got them or who they are.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,
Whoever was here smashed the main computer, so we spent all of Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday fixing it. Not much else happened during that time, though after taking inventory, we realized that a good chunk of our stockpile of food was gone.

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Dear Anyone,
Day 36 was a monday. We woke up to an absolutely godawful smell. We searched the place and narrowed it down to the generator room. We found Jason's corpse lying strewn across the generator in the basement. Because of the heat of the generator, he was already starting to decompose. We dragged his body outside and tossed it in the water. I don't know how it got in here. Jason has been dead for at least a month now. He walked outside without a coat and never came back, like I said in the Day Two report. But I noticed something while we were out there. Snowmobile tracks. There were no snowmobiles missing, so the survivors here couldn't have taken them. I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
On Sunday, Day 35, I returned with Survy and a couple named Rain and Lily. We docked in the hangar and walked inside. It was quiet. Not even the sound of the shrews in the vents, which is a problem I've tried to fix many a time. Just nothing. We searched the whole place. All we found was a dented lead pipe.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. There's a lot I have to catch you up on. Lets start from where I left off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
We're about halfway back to base. I have a couple survivors and Survy. We haven't heard anything from base since yesterday afternoon. I don't know what we'll find when we get back, but I'm scared to find out.

From the NSA's PAC P-750,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
We've blocked the doors with the cots from the safe room and loaded all the guns. Holly and I are guarding the main entrance while Nathan is patrolling the hangar. The dots are getting dangerously close. They'll most likely be here in ten minutes. This may be our last stand. Godspeed, Inhab. Good luck.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I've arrived in Washington. I'm parked on the roof of a brownstone about a block north of the Space Needle. It's three stories and on the corner of Denny Way and 4th Avenue. I'm taking off again at 3 PM. Good luck.

From the corner of Denny Way and 4th Avenue,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I'm about two hours away from Washington. I'm above Canada at the moment. Eerily enough, there don't seem to be many zombies below. I passed a commune of survivors earlier. Its like they've barely been touched. I'll be there soon.

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Dear Base,
I would've assumed that the dots were animals, but the V formation threw me for a loop. There's no one else out there. I'd recommend barricading the doors and arming yourselves. Good luck.

From the NSA's PAC P-750,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Inhab? This is base. A bunch of dots just showed up on the radar. They seem to moving toward us at pretty high speeds. They're in a V formation. What should we do?

# data[].attributes.body
Hey Inhab. This is base. Just checking to see that you get these. Nothing unusual so far. I'll tell you if anything happens.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
Before I leave the outpost, I wanted to mention that I opened another server called The Guild. Here's the link: https://padlet.com/The_Overseer/The_Guild. It's specifically for interesting weapon ideas and creativity in this time of great depression and fear. Go check it out. It's open to anyone, but I will be watching. Serious ideas only.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
Yesterday I got the plane fueled up and explained to the survivors how to use the equipment here. I'm taking off in a couple minutes. I'm taking the tablet again, so there'll be posts from the outpost and from the tablet. I can't wait to see you all there.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,
I take off for Washington tomorrow morning. I intend to leave the other survivors here. I'm hoping they don't mess up the place too much. Anyway, I'm taking the same plane, so there will be room for eight survivors. If you want to come to Antarctica, I'll be there noon on Friday. I'll stay for two hours to loot and then we'll leave. I hope to see you there.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,
We're planning to go rescue Survy in a couple of days. I'm currently attempting to dig up his social medias. I'll keep you all posted. After taking inventory yesterday morning, I noticed that a couple automatic firearms were missing. I interrogated my current housemates, but they didn't know anything about it. I haven't seen those lights in a couple days. I'm wondering if I even saw them in the first place or if I'm going crazy. If Cancelled sees this, what's the status on [REDACTED]?

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,
I did some research on Survy Briggs. Apparently he was born in South Carolina. He got from there to Washington somehow without getting bitten. Thats quite a trek. Anyway, I think we should go rescue him. Not much has happened in the few days I’ve been gone, apart from almost having to kill one of the survivors.

From the NSA’s ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I saw that light again last night. It was there for a couple seconds before disappearing. It looked eerily like fire. The problem is that I can't think of who might be making it or if I even saw it in the first place. In other news, I'm losing sanity at a rapid rate. All this time I wanted company up here, and now that I have some, I can't stand them. Anyway, someone decoded the first part of that string of Morse code. It said "Hello. My name is Survy Briggs." I'm going to do some research and see what I can find on them. Stay safe and follow the rules.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
My friend Cancelled asked me to translate those beeps into dots and dashes for better decoding. Here was the result.

...././.-../.-../---/.-.-.-/
--/-.--/
-./.-/--/./
../.../
.../..-/.-./...-/-.--/
-.../.-./../--./--./.../.-.-.-/
../
.-/--/
../-./
.--/.-/.../..../../-./--./-/---/-./.-.-.-/
-/---/
-/..../---/..././
.--/..../---/
...././.-/.-./
-/..../../.../--..--/
../
.-/--/
-/.-./.-/.--./.--././-../
.-/-./-../
-./././-../
...././.-../.--./.-.-.-

I hope this makes it easier. I'm excited to know what it says!

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,
It seems that no one has been able to decipher the morse code as of yet. Not much has happened, but these people are beginning to get on my nerves. They found an old keg of beer last night and got drunk, nearly spilling it all over the central computer. I'll need to get a waterproof cover for that thing. In other news, as I was falling asleep last night, I saw a light flicker in the distance. As soon as it appeared, it was gone. Probably just my imagination.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,
Try as I might, I was unable to add the recording to the post. I will therein describe to you what it sounded like. beep beep beep beep (pause) beep (pause) beep beeep beep beep (pause) beep beeep beep beep (pause) beeep beeep beeep (pause) beep beeep beep beeep beep beeep (long pause) beeep beeep (pause) beeep beep beeep beeep (long pause) beeep beep (pause) beep beeep (pause) beeep beeep (pause) beep (long pause) beep beep (pause) beep beep beep (long pause) beep beep beep (pause) beep beep beeep (pause) beep beeep beep (pause) beep beep beep beeep (pause) beeep beep beeep beeep (long pause) beeep beep beep beep (pause) beep beeep beep (pause) beep beep (pause) beeep beeep beep (pause) beeep beeep beep (pause) beep beep beep (pause) beep beeep beep beeep beep beeep (long pause) beep beep (long pause) beep beeep (pause) beeep beeep (long pause) beep beep (pause) beeep beep (long pause) beep beeep beeep (pause) beep beeep (pause) beep beep beep (pause) beep beep beep beep (pause) beep beep (pause) beeep beep (pause) beeep beeep beep (pause) beeep (pause) beeep beeep beeep (pause) beeep beep (pause) beep beeep beep beeep beep beeep (long pause) beeep (pause) beeep beeep beeep (long pause) beeep (pause) beep beep beep beep (pause) beeep beeep beeep (pause) beep beep beep (pause) beep (long pause) beep beeep beeep (pause) beep beep beep beep (pause) beeep beeep beeep (long pause) beep beep beep beep (pause) beep (pause) beep beeep (pause) beep beeep beep (long pause) beeep(pause) beep beep beep beep (pause) beep beep (pause) beep beep beep (pause) beeep beeep beep beep beeep beeep (long pause) beep beep (long pause) beep beeep (pause) beeep beeep (long pause) beeep (pause) beep beeep beep (pause) beep beeep (pause) beep beeep beeep beep (pause) beep beeep beeep beep (pause) beep (pause) beeep beep beep (long pause) beep beeep (pause) beeep beep (pause) beeep beep beep (long pause) beeep beep (pause) beep (pause) beep (pause) beeep beep beep (long pause) beep beep beep beep (pause) beep (pause) beep beeep beep beep (pause) beep beeep beeep beep (pause) beep beeep beep beeep beep beeep.

I'm sorry for making you all do this instead of me, but I am preoccupied with three houseguests at the moment. Best of luck!

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,
A few minutes ago, I received a strange transmission on my radio. There was no one on the other end, but there was some odd beeping. I believe it might be Morse code. Everyone in the NSA is supposed to memorize Morse code, but admittedly I never did. All I know is SOS. If anyone does know it and is interested in helping out, please leave a comment. Any assistance in finding survivors is crucial.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,
I couldn't sleep at all last night. The survivors were up way late chatting and it made it hard to pass out. The seal hasn't returned, but we loaded all the guns just in case. I believe I'm becoming paranoid. Anyhoo, we're planning to make another trip in about a week. Any suggestions for our pick-up location?

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,
I apologize for not posting over the weekend. Saturday had me feeling emotional and Sunday was extremely busy. Saturday was my 23rd birthday. I haven't had a party in 5 years due to being up here at the station and no one really giving a crap about my existence. We arrived at about 7 am and gave everyone a tour. We set up some small beds and everyone slept. Sunday was stressful. Making everyone at home and attempting to keep those idiots out of the control center was difficult. I have no idea where that seal went. I hope it doesn't come back.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I am currently on my way back to the outpost. With me I have three other people. There were more, but the town wasn't exactly deserted. What I'm trying to say is that we got swarmed and had to make a quick takeoff. Some people trying to get to us were bitten. Cancelled is a few days from [REDACTED]'s position, so we should find out in due time if they are alive.

From above Greenland,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
This is going to be less of a report and more of an update. I made a pit stop in Kentucky because I had to use the bathroom, but I have just landed. My plane is situated on top of the Raccoon City Police Department. I don't see too many infected down below, but I'm leaving at 1:00 PM. Anyone who doesn't get here before then will be left behind.

From the roof of the RCPD,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I now only have 12 hours left to go on my journey to Missouri. I am currently passing over Greenland. Everyone always said that Greenland is the one place that is immune to all viruses. How wrong they were. But something happened during my fly over the Arctic Ocean. I spotted a boat. It wasn't far from the northern tip of Greenland. There are very rarely any boats in the water from what I can tell. Most sank because of their pilots getting infected and a boat can't stay afloat unmanned. I realized that there must be someone on it. I opened the side door of the plane and dropped a ladder. A minute later, a tall man climbed in. His name is Seamus. I just call him James, but I digress. I was determined not to make the same mistake I did with Molly. I did a full strip search, with no luck. He doesn't seem to be infected. He says that he is 19. I will be at the pickup destination soon. Just sit tight.

From the NSA's PAC P-750 plane,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I'm sorry about the keyboard smashing at the end of the last report. As I was wrapping that up, it attacked me. I didn't even hear it get through the blocked door. It nearly bit me, but I was able to escape. I am now en route to Missouri. My iPad is at 100% and I have a supply of fully charged battery backups. I will be there in 17 and a half hours. Stay safe and follow the rules.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
After I found that key yesterday, I tried a couple different planes before finding the right one. It was a PAC P-750 XSTOL. I started it up and took a test drive. It still handles perfectly. After I got acquainted with the controls, I barricaded the door to the safe room even more and got some sleep. I intend on flying the plane out to Raccoon City, Missouri. I heard that it isn't as infested with Zs there as it is in some other places. If anyone would like to meet me there, the plane I'm in has enough room for nine other people. I will be taking the iPad I found on the journey with me to document my findings. I will be taking off in a few minutes time. I will most likely be there in about 18 hours time. I hope to see you all there.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
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Dear Anyone,
In that safe room, I found the keys to a plane. I had been looking all over for them and they fell out of a desk when I was moving it against the door yesterday. I am a trained pilot and am contemplating flying out and picking some of you up. Is this a good idea? If so, where should I land to pick you up?

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,
I'm safe. For now, at least. The seal broke into the safe room yesterday. I hid in a closet and left while it was inside, barricading it in. I'm hoping it starves to death down there, but I'm not sure if the infected can. On a brighter note, I had never been down there before and found another leaning tower of non-perishables, along with a second generator. I'm riding high.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
It got in. Oh god it got in. Hello. I'm currently hunkered in a safe room under the outpost. I haven't been able to contact you all recently due to it monitoring the main control center. I was just able to get an old iPad working. It seems that somehow, someway, a Leopard Seal got infected. It broke down the hangar door. It's wandering the halls of the outpost now. I haven't been able to take it down, but it hasn't gotten me yet. I boarded up the ventilation system down here out of fear that it would smell me. I'll keep you posted.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
My mental health has been rapidly decreasing. My depression is worsening and I think I have begun hearing things. I heard banging on the hangar door yesterday. I was so deprived of human interaction and so raw from what happened previously that I almost opened it. I have no clue what it was. If anyone wants to come by boat, blow the foghorn when you get close. That's how I'll know that you're alive. The clues we have so far on the code are Dutch and c17. I couldn't find anything on c17, apart from it being a fighter jet. If anyone has any knowledge about this, be sure to share it.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
As most of you may know, I was gone yesterday. I was overwhelmed by a lot of things that happened and decided not to post in my vulnerable state. Yesterday, I worked up the courage to go out there and kill it. Armed with a metal bat, a took it down. It nearly killed me. I was distraught beyond compare. It took a lot of mental fortitude to not go out into the icy cold and freeze myself to death. But I didn't. I realized that I need to be here when people arrive. Also, it seems that the mystery code man is dropping hints throughout our network of blogs. Be sure to look for them. One more blog opened up. The link is https://padlet.com/lily678/Outpost23. They may post hints there also, so be on the lookout.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I have created a list of rules on another padlet that will help you stay alive. Follow them and you have a better chance of living to see another day. Also, I have been in contact with the mysterious code man. There are clues he will drop throughout the connection of padlets. I will keep you posted. In other news, I heard banging on the door last night, and I'm pretty sure I know what it is, but I still need to work up the courage to go out there and kill it.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
One of my comments is from a person named

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. They left a code at the bottom of my Day 8 report. As mentioned in Day 1's report, any help with codes is much appreciated, as I am not very knowledgeable about this sort of thing. The code is "Ln zejgreezexve qzae miltykvcffj. Yvk qrc xvsvlive. Yvk zj yvk vzeuv mre av mfcb.Mizveuvczabv xifvkve,av svjkv mizveu"

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
This message is going to be a bit more sad. A lot more. Last night, when I was about to go to bed, Molly, who I thought was asleep at the time, attacked me. She had turned. I just couldn't bring myself to hurt her. I pushed it outside into the cold. While I was shoving it out the door, I saw that her ankle had been bitten. That's where the blood came from. It's awful to say, but I hope it freezes out there. I know this was a violation of Rule 2, but I just couldn't do it. Until I work up the courage to take it down for good, I recommend all of you staying back there.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Cancelled,
I wanted to reach you specifically about possibly finding out if [REDACTED] is dead as we think he is. I was wondering if, on your way to Santa Cruz, you could go to his coordinates and check.

Thanks,
Inhabitant C

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
Molly is doing fine, if you’re wondering. I ran a DNA test during the night as suggested by Agent Z, and I can confirm that it is her’s. Still no signs of why it was there, though. I’ll keep my eyes peeled.

From the NSA’s ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
There isn’t much to report on today since I covered most of it yesterday, but as a recap I found a washed up ship with a little girl named Molly on it. She is safe now. Her mental state has increased drastically and she is doing fine. Something odd happened though. After she went to bed, I noticed a few drops of blood on the floor of the hallway. Must just be the stuff that splattered her when she took out the Zs on the ship. I’ll update if anything happens.

From the NSA’s ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I have heard from numerous people that my way of dating posts makes zero sense. They say that the report is the report for today and the updates after it with times don't make any sense in context to the report because they were from that day. Here's how it works. The report I post first thing is the report on the previous day. Since my report for today was for Day 5, that means that it is Day 6. The updates afterward with time stamps are updates from the day I published the report, so this update would be posted on Day 6 despite the title saying Day 5. Does this make any sense? Let me know.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
Quick update for you all. My friend Cancelled has begun their own diary blog. I would highly recommend checking it out. You can find it at https://padlet.com/cancelled/mylonesomeblog. That's all for now.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
After my last message, I got on a snowmobile and rode out in the direction of the foghorn. What I found was extremely interesting. It seems that a Navy Battleship came here most likely looking for solitude and escape from the chaos of the mainland. There seem to have been about 10 on board the ship. It seems that at some point during it's journey, one of the people on board turned from infection. They bit and turned the rest of the crew members. On the upside, when I reached it and did some exploring, I found a sizable arsenal of firearms, along with a quite large stockpile of food. The infected were all dead when I reached there. I later found the reason why. Hunkered in a cabin below deck was a 14 year old girl. Her name is Molly. After the rest of the crew turned, she killed all of them. I brought her back to the outpost and made a few trips back and forth to gather the weapons and food. She isn't infected. As for the rest of my report on Day 5, I was able to find [REDACTED]'s location and use security cameras to take a look at the situation. From what I can tell, the zombies have stopped attacking the cabin, but a horde still roams idly outside. As for [REDACTED], it is unclear if he is alive. I'll keep you posted.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I'm beginning to miss people even more. From what I can tell, [REDACTED] is dead. Their blog posts and comments have ceased and judging by them being in a dangerous situation last time I heard from them, I presume them to be either infected or deceased. As stated in my Day 1 Report, I have a sizable collection of games and consoles up here that keep me distracted, but it isn't the same. Hold on just one second. As I was writing this, I heard something like a ship's horn. I'm going to check it out.

From the NSA's ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
This is meant to just be a quick post, but none of you even know where I am. All you know is that I’m in Antarctica. Since my original location glitched, I’ll send it again. I’m at /‘):?.&:, Antarctica.

From the NSA’s ABC Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear [REDACTED],
If you're reading this, I have a suggestion for you. I propose that you move, or at the very least copy, your blog posts to another padlet. This way, if people outside of GSA want to see the other parts of the story, they will be able to.

From the NSA's ABCP,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I have seen [REDACTED]’s messages that say everyone should come up to Antarctica. I'd be happy to shelter you all here, but unfortunately we may run out of food very quickly. On top of that, the journey from Santa Cruz to Antarctica is a long and arduous one. It lasts a total 8,856 miles and since the average speed of a cruise ship is 23 mph, the trip would last about 16 days. You may go hungry or die of sea sickness or any number of other things. I can't control what you all want to do, but I highly advise against doing it, at least for the time being.

From the NSA's ABCP,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
I am getting quite lonely up here. Sometimes I wish I was on the mainland, saving survivors and killing zombies. But, its just me up here. As I mentioned in my Day 2 Report, my closest interaction with anything since the outbreak has been with a wolf. Sadly, it was already gone. I don't know how it got up here or how it got infected in the first place, but I had to put it down. I tossed the head back into the water today. It gave me the heebie-jeebies. I hope it finds it's body again. [REDACTED] has revoked their false accusations about me, which I appreciate. They say they're barricaded into a cabin. All I can say is be quiet and hide someplace in there with no windows. They'll lose interest eventually.

From the NSA's ABCP,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear Anyone,
Hello from the Northern North! I am returning once again to ask you all what I should do with the frozen head I found. I'm actually very indecisive, possibly stemming from me being a bottom. Or is it the other way around? Chicken or the egg. Anyway, I wanted to ask you all for your input.

From NSA's ABCP,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

# data[].attributes.body
Dear [REDACTED],

My name is Inhabitant C. I'm a government employee(most likely one of the last) monitoring the outside world from my post in ,?';":[}]{, Antarctica. I'm a big fan of your writings. Keeping a journal is important in documenting the events of this whole thing. I've created an acronym of rules for survival based on some movie from 2009. After each is an explanation.

C-over Up: The more clothes you have on, the harder it is for their teeth to get to the skin, let alone break it.

O-ff without hesitation: Despite how it may look, there is no one in there anymore. The infected share nothing with their former selves. They don't feel pain. You aren't killing a human. You're killing a husk. Don't hesitate.

V-ehicles: When going places, always take a vehicle, preferably a car. They can deal massive damage to infected and you won't be as vulnerable as you would be when walking. Also, it has been noted that infected work as a hive mind, and if they spot you, will sometimes prepare an ambush instead of just blindly attacking. Speed is key.

I-gnore cries: Similar to rule 17 from the film I mentioned, you need to only worry about yourself. Sound attracts the locals, and since cries usually come from small children, you won't find a pretty sight by the time you reach them. Save yourself the emotional trauma.

D-eck yourself: We've already seen this virus mutate, so it's not unlikely that it'll do it again. Be ready with weapons of all types. Firearms, clubs, saws, anything that you think could take down a person if need be is an important asset.

Hope this helps,

Your friend, Inhabitant C

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Dear Anyone,
I didn't want to have to make another post today, but after I sent my email to [REDACTED] people began to become suspicious of me. I saw a few messages back and forth between [REDACTED] and a few other people. They made some bold and incorrect claims about me, such as that I was a part of the S.C.P.(Secure. Contain. Protect.) foundation and that the jumble of random symbols that my location glitched into being was actually code for me being a dead but actually alive agent, or some stuff. This is false. I'm not part of S.C.P., although I do know a good bit about them. I sent that first email because I had heard some stuff about him and wanted to wish him well. I made a set of rules in a funny COVID acronym(linked above) to help him and any others that might've seen it stay alive. It clearly spiraled downhill from there, and we ended up here. That's all for now.

From the NSA's Arctic Bulb Concentrating Post,
This is Inhabitant C, signing off.

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Dear Anyone,

Today is Wednesday, March 18th. My post up in Antarctica has become very lonely. It’s just me up here. I have music and a radio station, but I got locked out of my Spotify account. I was able to hack into someone else’s, but apparently it was a soccer mom because it’s all hip-hop songs from like 2013. I’m gonna have to keep trying to listen to literally anything else until it realizes what music I actually like listening to. I went ice fishing today and pulled up a head encased in a block of ice. Surprisingly, it wasn’t even infected. I didn’t really know what to do with it so I just brought inside for later deciding.

From the NSA Arctic Bulb Concentrating Post,

This is Inhabitant C, signing off.