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March 22, 2051
Earth: a cradle of life in the universe. As extraordinary as it may sound, it's quite elusive to say now.

If you're reading this, it means that you've stumbled upon my decaying carcass and decided to loot me. There's one of three possibilities here. Either you're another survivor, someone from the distant future (If we have a future), or... Something else.
If this is a survivor, I wish you the best of luck. In my back pocket you'll find a key that unlocks the safe in the Manager's office. In there you'll find painkillers, food rations, and a glock 27 with 8 rounds. Make them count.
If you're someone from a possible future for humanity, please listen.
My name is Dexter Routh. At this moment I am 47 years old. I was born in Charleston, South Carlolina. And I am a survivor of the collapse. My son, Jacob, is still out there. He is not dead. I spent 2 years looking for him. I know he is not dead. If you find him, take him in. My last dying wish is to know my son will be safe from harm. And if you do find him, tell him that I'm with Mom and Katie now, and that everything can and will get better.
And if you're something else...

Take good care of this broken planet.


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