MEMO #99-120: Request for Transfer

Dear Human Resources:

I am officially requesting a transfer from Grace's section to Leon's section. When a position opened up in Grace's deparment, I volunteered, because, hey, I'm good at shambling, and not very good at fighting, so it was a good fit for me, and while the paycut wasn't ideal, I felt it was a good fit for my career. But this is more than I signed up for.

Things are getting brutal down here. You know Harry? Harry fucking exploded into fine mist because she stabbed him with like a usb pen drive or some shit. Harry just wanted to work the light switches and save the clinic some money. He didn't deserve that. Jerry worked the kitchen. He had his head blown off by a large caliber rifle round, which I later found out was 12.7x55 fired out of a revolver.

What kind of psychopath carries a revolver like that?

In any case I feel the risks that come with the job have grossly exceeded the duties of my station, which, may I remind you, is professional shambling, not professional security.

At least the blokes in Leon's department are better equipped to handle things and they generally have a pretty good idea of what to expect.

Sincerely, Eddy the Zombie.