If you found this… it’s because I am dead and long gone, either that or you are a lousy thief and if I learn what you did, I’ll be under your bed when you go to sleep.

These are the last memories of a foreigner that will most likely never be able to return to his homeland, this is the story of how I died.

First day I stumbled upon this island, people kept saying it was safe… safe from what? There are no safe places out there, people can try and hold onto that useless feeling, hoping things will change for better, well, that is most unlikely.

On my first day I already ran into trouble, found a girl that barely looks like she is of age, she claims she is twenty six but I seriously doubt that. She is a beacon for trouble, I found her with her ass up while she was scavenging around the park, she alerted a mob of zeds by being as loud as she could.

Primrose… that is her name and I can see where she is sleeping right now, she decided to follow me like a lost puppy… I have no need for puppies following me… I swear.. she’ll be the death of me.

For now we bunkered down in a closed dinner, there were a few corpses around.. but we managed to clear the place up.. I also gathered some water from the rain.. I am boiling it while I watch the rain outside…

Saudades…