User:A Helpful Little Gnome/Tomato
| You contiune reading the letter, realizing the extent of it, and how absurd it probably sounds to you. As you turn each page, paper fragments fall into the open, telling the experiences of some survivor amidst the apocalypse. |
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So who am I really? I am not your captor. I am your savior. We have not met before, and we will never meet, save for you and my vacated corpse. I will say to this: I am like you, I am one before you, there are many like us and before me, but you are the immediate and you are the most wronged. How unfortunate it is be to be you. How little has happened, how much you have coming. What choices will you have, they will all be wrong. There will be no avoiding it. You will do things as I have done, what those before you have done, and in the end, you will revel in it. But I don’t intend to scare. I am here to help you. I am your savior. I have walked the path you walk now, albeit, with more sanity to my wit and a background on which to sit on. You don’t have these luxuries. But you have me. Fancy that. Don’t get too comfortable – this is all on you. |
| Paper Fragment
The infection no longer seems to be carried in water, it has evolved. Thankfully, it never got airborne. The bites are easy enough to avoid. Quarantine is in full effect. The city is being walled off. Those who cluster to the border will be the among the first to die. |
