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Several groups of Homo sapiens mutans turba are being tracked moving along Highway 97. Log Note: Destroying the bridges along the 97 has done little to slow the progress of infected masses.
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SFX: COCKPIT INTERIOR, NERO HELO, ENGINE WHINING
Lt. Simpson: When we buzzed Highway 97 yesterday — did you see the size of that Horde?
Cpl. Fernandez: Nah man. I was catching some Z's —
Lt. Simpson: What is it with you guys? Look, I work the same number of shifts you do, and you don't see me sleeping all the time.
Cpl. Fernandez: Yeah your gear's not as heavy.
Lt. Simpson: Anyway, was over three hundred — did an infrared scan.
Cpl. Fernandez: That a lot?
Lt. Simpson: It means each Horde is growing in size — I mean numerically.
Cpl. Fernandez: Man, can you imagine being in the middle of that? Makes me gag just thinking about it. It'd be like a bein' in a mosh pit in July, only with a buncha Alzheimer's patients who never wipe their ass.
Lt. Simpson: Why do I even talk to you?
SFX: RECORDING SHUTS OFF