With a heavy heart, I finished writing and placed the note next to Linda's body. As an afterthought, I added this letter that you are reading as well, hoping that someday someone would find it and know what had happened here. It would mean that others had made it through this nightmare and found some semblance of safety and hope.
You that are reading.
My dear friends, the ones who have been my constant companions in this desolate world. I am not sure who you are, but I hold onto the sliver of hope that someday we may meet. However, I know deep down that this is a fantasy that will never come true. My stomach churns with a strange hunger, one that cannot be satisfied by the meager rations I manage to scavenge. The number eleven keeps flashing through my mind, an inexplicable urge to write it down. Despite our dire circumstances, I must thank you for everything and send my best wishes to your families.
As I sit here contemplating survival in this treacherous new era, I can't help but think of tasting the flesh of Linda. Is this what humanity has been reduced to? The thought both repulses and entices me in my weakened state.
But now, as I say my final goodbye to you all, I feel compelled to share this event. This is my farewell, my final farewell to you all. Let this letter serve as a testament to our struggles and ultimate fate in this unpredictable world. May we find peace in whatever lies beyond.
With love and longing,
Your once loyal friend,
The one who wrote this letter.
11:11 - a time that will forever be etched in our memories.
End of the letter.
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A New Day (Dark Disaster)
HorreurOn that fateful morning of January 14, 2014, the sky was ablaze with hues of pinks and purples as the sun peaked above the horizon. As the world stirred from their slumber, they were struck by a sense of unease and confusion. It was as if they had e...
