Sparrow's Diary. May 4th. Second entry.
[Both Sam and Shap are fast asleep now. Fuck sleeping. One of us needs to be awake anyway. We're parked up near some old casino. Strange, I haven't seen a zombie in all this time. Then again, I was going around 90. Not exactly like I'm gonna' see anything.
It's tempting to try and set up a camp. I don't want to draw attention to ourselves, but sitting around in some dark yellow APC isn't exactly inconspicuous now, is it? I haven't heard anything from the survivors in LV. Sam was talking to them for a bit, but since I've taken the wheel... shit, hope they're not dead. Our whole plan is a gamble. For one, there might not even be a plane at the airport. We'd be royally screwed then.
I just wish I knew where that One+Two Dog was holed up. He sounds pretty safe.
Oh yeah, I'm a celebrity now. I got mentioned in one of his reports a while back. I think. He said something about a "feathered friend"? Hard to know when that station picks up so much static. Thats all I've got guys and ghoulies. Hope you lot are staying safe. And if you are, tell me where the fuck your at. Sparrow out.]