This morning, Alex and I decided to open the letter before breakfast and then we both wished we hadn't because we lost our appetites. I found some craft glue on the shelf and have decided to glue it and the picture that fell out of the envelope into this journal instead of writing about what we read
To whoever finds this letter,
I can't believe the situation I have ended up in. Ten days ago, this little town was probably the safest place still around since we had no one who got sick and no undead have come through here. We heard about neighboring towns being overrun, but the rivers on both sides of town with the bridges blocked kept us safe from them.We were still living our lives mostly the same as before and were doing well. We all had solar and wind power so we still had running water and lights. I think the lights were actually our downfall. Those and the blockades on the bridges. The evil men who came knew we were here for those reasons and they came and hell came with them.
They had guns and were willing to do anything, including die, to take us all hostage. They toyed with our men for a day, telling them if they did everything they were told to do, we would not be hurt and they would be allowed to live. Our men did everything they were told to do, no matter how degrading, but it was all lies.
The next morning, they lined us all up outside and laughed while they told us what they were going to do. They killed out men and put them in one of the bedrooms in each house. Then they tied all of us women and girls up in the bedrooms. They raped us all, even little Connie Rickett who is only 11 years old. I have almost lost my mind completely, listening to them rape my daughters upstairs. They keep us tied unless they're feeding us or want us untied while they hurt us.
It has been going on for 9 days now and I know they are planning on leaving soon. They took whatever they wanted from all of our houses out to their trucks and I heard two of them talking about a last night of fun. I don't think they are going to let us live when they leave, so I wanted to someone to know what happened to us here. If there was a way for me to take even one of them with me, I would do it in a heartbeat.
I know some of the men who came here were from neighboring towns and around the area. There was an emergency shelter set up about 20 miles from here and we were supposed to go there, but now I'm glad we didn't. From the snippets I've overheard, they did the same thing to the people there once the food started running out. Then they killed them all and left. They were in trucks from the National Guard and had FEMA blankets and such. I know I've seen some of them before at the local fair and when I went into one of the bigger towns for groceries before the pandemic.
If you read this, don't head south when you leave here. I heard them talking about heading that way next. That's all I can do to help and I wish there was more I could do. If you can, please, give my girls a decent burial. I don't care what happens to me, but they deserve that at least.
Good luck and may God keep you safe in this new, crazy world
Allison Keane
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