Turns out that the Captain was placing an order right when they shot him. I found blue prints for this strange suit of armour. It was way more advanced than what everyone else had on, and it looked very complex. I took the blue prints off of the desk and dialed the request number. Even though the operator needed a password and I couldn’t talk to a real person, I got from it that the location they were keeping all of their supplies was in New York. They must have changed their military base for West Point into a real Military base. Hopefully it’s a lot more protected and official than the place I’m currently in.

I grabbed my new rifle, some spare parts and loaded up one of the combat vehicles. I found another one of my biohazard suits in a locker in the basement (after I blew a hole through the lock of course) so i’ll probably go home and get everyone out one by one.

Journal 25
July 20, 3 PW

I’m almost back home, I need to stop for the night but I just thought of something.

I don’t have room for everyone.