Roger was outside of his tent, sitting on a folding chair with one leg over the other and smoking a cigarette. A pair of sunglasses was shielding his eyes of the sun while a white baseball cap was doing the same thing with his head. Roger was always feeling so relaxed when he was smoking. That is one reason why he never really gave up on this habit. He takes two more smokes from his cigarette, throws it away and gets up on his feet as he grabs the chair, folds it and gets back inside his tent. Once inside, he again unfolds the chair and puts it in front of a table, goes towards his backpack, grabs a pack of biscuits, opens it and takes four biscuits from inside, puts the pack back inside the backpack and sits at the table as he took off his sunglasses and cap and started chewing on the biscuits. As he was doing that, Roger grabbed a journal, a pen and after browsing a couple of pages he starts writing down on a blank page. 

[i]Entry nr. 5
14 days after the outbreak

I've been here in Camp Pendleton for 8 days now. So far all I can say is that this place is super boring. I've tried to make some new friends both amongst soldiers and survivors but everybody is so edgy and uptight around here that I just gave up on it. I can understand the soldiers. They are doing their best to protect this place and keep the undead from breaching but no matter how many of them they kill they just keep coming and that probably stresses them out alot. But the survivors? What's their excuse? Anyway...this place is gonna fall soon. It's just a matter of time. Either way I am ready to get the hell out of here whenever that will happen."[/i]

Just as he stopped writing Roger heard gunshots coming from outside, which could mean one thing. That the Marines where dishing out death to another group of walkers. He closed the journal and placed it in the backpack together with the pen as he went outside and started looking around.