Spent New Year's scooping out brain matter to send back to Maryland. A body of a confirmed was found behind the hardware store, death by BFT. This is unfortunately becoming more common, as the diseased tend to be combative after coming out of their psuedo-comas. I've asked the police to remind people not to take matters into their own hands, but I almost pissed my pants examining a tranquilized patient in five point restraints so I can't really talk.

Hoping to get tissue and blood sample results back in a few days. Between the location, the weather, and the situation supplies are running low and people are getting desperate. Hell, my rental was broken into and most of my hypodermics stolen because of a rumor that I was hoarding the vaccine. Press conferences quickly devolve into combat sport, and on the whole I'm really beginning to wish I pursued that concealed weapons permit. As it is, the CDC has asked for a local police escort to follow me around and there are some hints that the FBI has taken an interest in the outbreak.

I know, I know, I thought it might have been a bioterrorist attack too but then I looked around and remembered this town got excited over a new postmaster. Come on, people.