I'm beginning to think this is the end.
They've been chasing me for just over five weeks, but it feels more like five years. I only have kitchen sheers to trim my beard and hair with, so naturally I look like a half-crazed ex-college professor who hasn't the presence of mind to visit a proper barber.
It's more than a little weird to cut my hair with those sheers, mind you. I had to stab one of those bastards in the neck with them just two days ago. He took a long time to die, strangly enough. Apparently, I do not know where the corotid artery is afterall. Pity. He did tell me something as he lay on the ground, slowly dying. Something I will only repeat just this once, "You know why."
Why they're after me? Why they torched my house, murdered my wife and skinned her for me to find in our shelter? Why the skies turned black and none of us has seen the sun for ages?
Honestly at this point, I don't give a fuck.
From what I've gathered, there is something in my possession that will end the chase. Something that will end my misery and bring some semblance of peace.
But I can't give it to them.
As far as I know it's the last one on this wretched Earth, and it's all that is standing between me, them, and oblivion. But I've come to a conclusion. I must go to the heart of their operation. I must go directly into the heart of the lion's den.
It is there that this will finally end.
It is there that we all will find a new beginning.