When the shit first came down, I decided that I was going to have to go someplace to hide.  I lasted as long as I could.  I remembered the first walker I put down.  Axel Jones, he was the one, as far as I can figure who brought the infection to the island.  I managed to break into the house, I wanted beer and I needed a fucking smoke.  Mostly, I needed a place to rest.

I had forgotten about Axle’s wife, Marge, but she would not be forgotten.  She was laying on the kitchen floor.  The back of her head had been blown off.  She had a shot gun in her hand.  The entire back of her head was missing.  I just, I didn’t know what to say, but I did manage to leave the meager bits of food that I had eaten in the kitchen sink.  The smell was terrible, because the furnace was still going.  I cleared my lunch and stared at her for a long time.  I didnt know what to do… Then pinned to the side of the fridge I noticed… Under the Arkley Island PD magnet a tattered piece of cardboard.  Her penmanship was as sloppy as mine, but I could read it.  I didn’t want to read it.. I will be honest with that.. I wanted nothing to do with her, or anything.

I folded for a long time.  Staring at the note from beyond the grave.  How many other notes like this litter this island, and even more.. The mainland.

I remember Marge and Axel… Axel was a drunk, but he was a good man, and Marge was a good woman. She worked at the church part time, and Axel helped, when he was sober enough.  I knew their fucking kids! What the fuck is wrong with this world?

I don’t know.. I was offered a job by someone with the Corp.. I might take it.. I might at the very least look into it.. Who the hell knows? I don’t.. I just want off the train.

I buried Marge and tried to clean the mess where her body was the best I could.. It seems like the least I could do for what canned goods they had… Fucking Axel was out of beer and smokes.. Luckily, I found a pack of cigars.