//Humint recovered this from an old burnt down house
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Cedit to: Chris Wilson /\ ID: #27793 /\
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To whomever reads this:
I just left him there. I should have helped him but I just ran. James kept calling for help for ME! to help. I don't know what I was thinking. We were on a scavenging run. I was to keep a look out but I saw someone. I ran after them but lost them. When I came back there were unknown people savagely beating James. They had robbed us. When they saw me they ran after me. James he just kept calling for me to help. But I was to scared to do anything but run. I heard a gunshot and I knew James was dead. They followed me until I ran into this house. They had trapped me inside I heard them say something about burning the place down. OH GOD! THE HOUSE IS BURNING. THEY PLAN ON BURNING ME OUT. Either way I will die but not by their hands. No I will end it myself. I will use my last bullet on me. Good bye cruel world
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Survivor Short Stories
NouvellesShot stories collected from journals and by word of mouth about those surviving in the zombie apocalypse.
