I'm proud to say that things are finally looking up. Not only is the safe zone thriving, but the majority of the population of this town is now human! There's still streets laden with infected, and dark zones are still a threat when adventuring alone during the day, but I think we are edging closer to a safe town once again.
We even seized control of the train station, and started receiving some supplies from the next town over! Luckily, this thing didn't spread far, but some "experts" have said that if it weren't for us, this could have been very bad.
We don't know how this thing started, my guess is the devil, but it doesn't matter anymore, because things are getting better. As soon as the last infected are killed and burned, we can start rebuilding, and things can return to normal. No more violence. No more illness. No more me.
You may be thinking, "no more me?" Let me care to explain. I've struggled to live with the guilt of what I've done. I feel I can finally let go. My responsibility is no longer there, these people, these fine people, can do it on there own now.
This isn't just a moment of realisation that led to my suicide, but really a choice I didn't have either way. I'm infected too. I can't risk getting the others sick, we have fought too hard for this. That's why I'm going out on my own terms, while I can still hold a gun, and for anyone reading this. Remember me, and remember this. The blood. It makes you sick. It's not just bites.
Good luck.
Yours,
Carl S.
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A Western Tale
HorrorYou thought you knew everything about the Wild West. That was until you found an old journal in your grandparents basement covering the horrific accounts of a mysterious illness that spread in the fictional town of Fort Worth in Tennessee. A shorter...
