Background: Dianne Caldwell begins broadcasting again after two months of silence. She talks about her experiences since losing Paul, her daughter who’s out of state, odd zombie behaviors, and how ruthless people have become since the apocalypse.

(First broadcast. Day 62. Dianne breaks her two-month silence and talks about the camp she’s currently residing in)
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Dianne: Hey there, folks. Lot’s changed the last couple months, figured now’s the best time to start broadcasting again.
Dianne: I found fresh batteries for this thing a while ago, but the group’s always had more important uses for em. Batteries were some of the first things to be looted from shelves when the panic started.
Dianne: So, you can understand my extended absence.
Dianne: Now that we’re well stocked though, I’ve got lots of downtime. Just recently I’ve read through the Harry Potter series for the second time.
Dianne: My daughter Alice obsessed over those books when she was in high school. Sent her off to college in Tampa, Florida six months ago. No clue if she made it.
Dianne: God, she doesn’t know about her dad… about Paul.
Dianne: I’m worried about her, but obsessing over it’s gonna mess with my head too much.
Dianne: Looking back, I think what Paul did was a shitty thing. Hiding that bite could’ve gotten the whole group killed.
Dianne: But I’m not going to hold it against him. The rest of us are still breathing. It worked out… for the most part.
Dianne: This camp I’m in now? It ain’t exactly Fort Knox, but it’s about as close as you’re gonna get given the circumstances.
Dianne: I know I said before that they were building a survivalist compound that could self-sustain, but what we have here puts that statement to shame.
Dianne: We’ve got gardens, water purifiers, and a mountain of canned food. If we ration it properly, it’ll last us for three winters, at most.
Dianne: You could say people here were prepping like crazy before the deadheads came about.
Dianne: We’ve even got electricity. Our gas generator powers the whole compound. We plan on using that very sparingly though, most likely only after a harvest when we need the crops to keep a while.
Dianne: For those of you who might have similar living standards at the moment, you know how much gas these generators gobble up.
Dianne: It’s a complete blackout nationwide I hear, so electricity’s a luxury at this point. I won’t complain too much.
Dianne: Now, if you’re wondering why I’m so willingly talking about my camp in such detail, I’m not concerned about raiders. Not for now at least.
Dianne: Security’s top-notch here. We’ve got a fella here named Matt who’s a savant when it comes to carpentry.
Dianne: He built walkways around our wall system so we can shoot down at any deadheads that approach the walls. Raiders, too.
Dianne: Just about everyone still alive’s had to deal with a bandit at least once by now. If you haven’t, you’re lucky.
Dianne: I… well, let’s just say I’ve got quite the story to tell about those scumbags.
Dianne: Probably a story best told when I’m not feeling so tired. Just got back from scavenging houses in Rosewood today. Slim pickings, but there’s still scraps that people have missed here and there.
Dianne: I’ll broadcast the same time two days from now. Gonna kick my feet up and start reading this book I swiped off a shelf today.
Dianne: The Stand by Stephen King. Book’s about a disease that wipes out the majority of humanity in a matter of weeks.
Dianne: Sounds a bit familiar, doesn’t it?
Dianne: Talk to you soon folks. Dianne out.

(Second broadcast. Day 64. Dianne tells her story about an encounter with a bandit group, which has left her feeling with a sense of dread.)

Dianne: Hey there, folks. Back again as promised.
Dianne: For those of you that tuned in yesterday, I promised to tell you a story about a bandit group I encountered.
Dianne: Well, get comfy. You’re about to hear all about it.
Dianne: Now, for those of you listeners that have encountered a hostile survivor, what did you have to do to get out of the situation?
Dianne: Run, perhaps? Scare them off with a gun, provided they didn’t have one?
Dianne: Kill them?
Dianne: Well, if it was just one person you had to deal with, then you got a hell of a lot luckier than I did.
Dianne: This happened three weeks after I stopped broadcasting before. Was scavenging for food in the Giga Mart when this woman snuck up behind me and told me to drop my backpack. Had an axe in her hands.
Dianne: Something in her voice told me I couldn’t reason with her. Couldn’t negotiate with her to just take half and let me walk. Just had a bad feeling, you know?
Dianne: Now, I’d long since parted ways with that shotgun I mentioned previously. I keep a 9mm automatic strapped to my hip.
Dianne: Alan had the group go through shooting lessons, once we found a stockpile of ammo. I’m quite a good shot now.
Dianne: A pistol’s less difficult to lug around, makes hauling large amounts of loot easier.
Dianne: I… I pulled the gun and just shot her. In the head. She was dead before she hit the ground.
Dianne: It was like I’d flipped her switch, and I watched her lights go out. I saw it happen in slow motion, yet at the same time it felt like it happened instantly.
Dianne: It was stupid of me to think she was by herself.
Dianne: She had three others covering the exits in case I got away from her. They’d been watching me for a while, clearly.
Dianne: Guess they didn’t think I’d have the guts to fight back, or something.
Dianne: I… killed all of them.
Dianne: Didn’t hesitate or anything. Just one after the other, two to three shots per person.
Dianne: Sure, it was self defense. But killing living people? It feels worlds different from killing the dead.
Dianne: For a while I was thinking about what I could’ve done differently, and to be honest, not much came to mind.
Dianne: I made the right call.
Dianne: Giving them my supplies wasn’t an option. My backpack has a map that has the location of my camp on it. Not chance I’m leading crazies back home, that’s for sure.
Dianne: This is the world we now live in, folks. Sure is a dream, ain’t it?
Dianne: Talk to you in a couple days. Dianne out.
(Third broadcast. Day 66. Dianne talks about strange zombie behavior and trouble comes to her doorstep.)

Dianne: Hey it’s Dianne. Been quiet here the last couple of days.
Dianne: Alan had quite the odd story to tell about his last scavenging trip, though. Thought you’d wanna hear about it.
Dianne: He went into Rosewood with Mary. They were hitting up a neighborhood we hadn’t poked through yet.
Dianne: Said he spotted a scene of serious roadkill. Deadheads splattered across the pavement for a good hundred meters or so.
Dianne: Whoever did it must’ve been in a real hurry.
Dianne: They walked over one of them and it reached out and grabbed Mary’s ankle. It was completely still until she stepped over it.
Dianne: Alan was able to split its skull with his axe before it got her, but he’d never seen anything like that before.
Dianne: If the deadheads lose function of their legs, they’ll play statue until someone living comes along and try to grab hold.
Dianne: I don’t think you could say that they’re learning to do things, not by a long shot.
Dianne: But the dead have some odd behaviors. Some that we should take note of.
Dianne: If you’re unsure if something’s really dead, don’t get too close. Or, if you have to, keep your weapon at the ready.
Dianne: Taking stupid risks is a solid way to get yourself killed. After you’ve made it this far, why take the chance, right?
*An alarm blares in the background*
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Dianne: Shit, that’s our alarm. Only plays when a horde’s coming in.
Dianne: Be talking to you soon, folks. Might be a while till we take care of the corpses we’re sure as shit about to create.
Dianne: Dianne, signing off for now. Take care.
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