It seems that our fair city's streets have been run over by a mad menace. People are fleeing their homes and filling the streets. What could cause this panic, you ask? A fire sale at the department store? Unfortunately, no. The culprits seem to be the walking dead.
Yes folks, zombies.
This reporter sits in his cubicle at The City Voice, trying to report on what he can, and finding it rather difficult, as I can't seem to get anybody to stand still to talk. We don't know when the outbreak started, and we don't know how. We know only that it has spread quickly.
Recommendations include finding shelter in a secure building, sticking with others, and not talking to anybody who appears to be rotting in any way, or anybody who appears to have bite marks anywhere on their body.
We can't tell you where those safe shelters are, because we don't know. We also don't know why we're writing in this way because 'we' includes me and the printer guy, Joseph. I think it's safe to say that this is the last issue that we're going to attempt to put out for a while.
Collect water, non-perishable foods, guns, axes, swords, bullets, whatever you can. And destroy the head. DESTROY THE HEAD!
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This issue of the Voice is only one page, on one side. The rest of the pages are blank, and the papers aren't put together, so there may be sections found that have nothing on them.