This letter was found by Jake, Alice,
Alex and Brian when they were searching houses for weapons and ammo.
April 3, 2017
To whomever finds this,
I've been sure for years that the end
was coming, the apocalypse, and have been preparing for it. Everyone
else thought I was crazy, even my own family thought I was nuts. For
years, I've quietly set myself up to survive, no matter what was
going to happen. I have enough dehydrated and preserved foods to stay alive for
years, enough guns and ammo to defend myself from anything that could
come my way, and have been living off grid since before it was
popular. I also have a freezer full of meat and vegetables, and as
long as my power holds out, it will stay good.
When I built this place, everyone at
the shop I was working at told me I was insane for not wanting
municipal power and municipal water. No one was living off grid
except the crazy hippies that occasionally moved to this area, and I
was obviously not one of them. My power is collected by solar, wind
and man power, all hooked up to a bank of batteries. I have a big
water tank and a solar heated gravity fed shower.
I have planned and prepared and saved
and built. And now I'm going to die and turn because a fucking child
zombie snuck up on me while I was taking out her parents and bit my
ankle. Fucking ankle biter! Makes me even more glad that I never had
any. I was never comfortable around them, even my own brothers
children gave me the creeps. Short, dirty, noisy, staring little
creepy people who don't know anything yet, sometimes, not even how to
wipe their asses.
I am going to kill myself before I
turn, take out my fucking brain and keep myself from coming back as
one of those asshole zombies. But first, I'm going to cook the
thickest steak, open a whole shit load of beers and have myself a
feast. I'm gonna get drunk and enjoy my last good day before making
sure I stay who I have always been, even once I'm dead. I do not want
to come back as one of those things and become a mindless freak!
Well, my advice to you is to have at
least two people. I've been a loner for years and had no one to watch
my back. If I'd had someone to watch my back, I wouldn't have been
bit by that fucking kid. Take the food, ammo and anything else you
might need, I won't need any of it anymore. Fuck, have a bar-b-que
with all the meat if you don't have a way to take it with you and
keep it. Better that someone enjoys it.
Good luck and may God have mercy on you
and your souls,
Martin Burke
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