I was out all day yesterday, piecing together what had happened to this bar owner named Coach.  It felt like I was a detective, searching for clues.  It all stemmed from my finding an axe with his name on it and a Credit card with who I assumed was his Girl Friend.  It led me to Coachs Bar, there I found Cigarettes, granted they were a little smooshed.  Thats when I stumbled upon where he lived, and found a note that his girl was waiting for him, thats likely the spot I found the axe.  I managed to trace this girl of his to the Eights she used to live there, I found her lipstick and a filthy apartment, left in a hurry I suppose.  Then some people told me of where she worked, I went to the Diner, found a journal she had written about getting off the island.  flying to Hawaii.  Sadly the story took a turn for the worse, I learned from the Hardware store clerk that she had been hurt in a attack.  Her man Coach went to meet her at the docks.  Thats when I found poor Coach.  He was left there chained to the side of the dock body decayed turned.  into one of them.  How pitiful.  I wonder if somehow the woman cheated on him?  A few questions, that I suppose I’ll never know.