The letter sits on a dirty dust covered table, written sometime ago. The letter reads:
This life has become almost to much to bare, everyday is a struggle.
Nothing but death, and despair.
My wife got Infected two weeks ago... I thought I could keep her safe, I thought I could protect her...
Not a day goes by the pain, and guilt doesn't eat at me, that I wish to die and join my love in heaven...
I live not because I'm a coward, I have nothing left in this world. So why stay? Because I know if I die then her memory dies with me, then she will truly be gone from this world...
For her I will live, until the day comes we can be together again...
Jenna, my love, I will see you again someday. I love you
-James-
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Tales From The Wastes
HorrorDarkness has engulfed the world, few people remain unaffected by the virus. These series of lost journals, and letter tell the story of those who remain, and those departed
