Reed Post-Mortem
>January 18th, 1994
>I’m writing this down in case anyone finds me
>My name is Reed Raymond
>I got bitten yesterday
>My life was wasted killing all these undead freaks just for some safety, some security
>I can barely trust my own eyes, my MIND not to implode
>I started seeing things a month ago
>At first, it was just the odd shadow in the corner of the room
>Then, talking corpses…
>I hope whoever finds this puts the remains of my home to good use. It’s not much, but it got me through hell.
>
>I can barely hold the pen straight as everything starts getting slower.
>Drank a whole bottle of bourbon, and tried to burn the house down with the other, but it failed.
>My body, it hurts… so much.
>Lighting up the last blunt in my pocket, I inhale and exhale.
>I stare into the sky, into the heavens.
>It’s a flurry of colors.
>The colors are so vibrant that everything else melts into them.
>I feel the textured grip of the revolver get tighter in my palm.
>The cold steel of the barrel gets hotter.
>And then, it’s nothing.
>So… this is how I died.
>Fucking Pathetic…
>It’s now April.
>The Town of Ellroy has been in a silent slumber.
>The dead have moved on, as have most of the living.
>A human scavenger picks through the overgrown, burnt-out carcass of the town.
>He reads a note left by a former survivor and a rotted raptor carcass.
>The page reads like a madman’s last words to the world
>Looking at the gun store before him, the Scavenger sighs, grabbing the keys from the raptor’s corpse.
>Today was a good day. At least for him.
>Thanks, Reed.
>You always were a bro.