Please accept my apology; I have
a terrible confession to make. I do not know whether this letter will reach
you, or if you will ever get a chance to read it - probably not as you are dead
- but it is important that I write these words if only to syphon them from my
conscience.
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| We took this just after we had spotted you. Yeah... sorry! |
My companion and I were sneaking through the outskirts of Elektro when we saw you from a distance. We had been watching the city for a long time, searching the area for any potential trouble. We had both been lucky enough to find Mosins earlier in the day and did not want to be ambushed by a survivor with nothing to lose. However, we also needed food and a quick run into town seemed like the best option.
It was Neil who spotted you
first; a flash of red moving past a window. He called out to me, unsure as to
what he had seen but we immediately chewed the ground and crawled to the
nearest fence on our belt buckles. A second sighting made it obvious you had
not spotted us, but we could clearly see you were armed with a Blaze 95. We are
not Bandits, so we watched you for a while, and not seeing you as a threat I
decided to approach. Neil decided stay a little further back and cover me if
there was any trouble.
I approached and called out to
you, stating I was friendly but demanding you put your arms in the air. I
didn’t want you pulling the gun from your back when you saw the superior gear I
had managed to loot. You complied, however, and followed my every instruction.
I was just about to offer you some supplies, make a trade and maybe even
suggest we travel together to increase our chances of survival when everything
went wrong.
Neil, still slightly hidden and
watching proceedings, warned me of someone else approaching rapidly. Another
survivor appeared to my right, but it seems the end of the world was too much
for him to take and so he charged at me fist raised ready for a fight. He would
carry the gun from my corpse or die trying it would seem.
Surprised by the sudden attack I
am ashamed to admit I panicked. I screamed to Neil ‘Shit, he’s attacking me,
shoot him. Fucking shoot him!’ Neil fired. I fired. My attacker collapsed in
front before me.
As my breathing slowed it was at
this point I realised that you too lay motionless on the ground where not ten
seconds earlier you had stood with arms raised in submission. ‘Why did you
shoot the guy with the red helmet?’ I asked Neil accusingly. ‘You told me to,’
he shouted back in confusion.
‘I meant shoot the guy who was
attacking me, not the one who had surrendered.’ I clarified as I felt a
horrible feeling build inside me, and the reason for this confession. ‘I didn’t
want him pulling his gun out during the melee,’ was Neil’s excuse. ‘So you
fucking murdered him? You’ve changed Neil, the end of the world has changed
you. What did you do!’ I snapped back, but it was only anger brought on by the
pain of guilt, ‘let’s go, before someone else shows up.’ I instructed irritably.
I just wanted to get away from the scene of such misery.
Thinking back upon events now, I
realise how things must have seemed to you. As you simply tried to find food
you heard me call out from behind you. You put your hands in the air, as
instructed, and turned around slowly. Then a crazy man ran from the bushes
trying to punch me to death. You saw me panic you heard my frantic shots and
then your world went black.
For this I am truly sorry. I am
sorry for my lack of control, for my shattered nerves and for my mistrust. If
you can find a space to forgive me then maybe I can survive the
post-apocalyptic hell I find myself in, maybe.
Oh and also, I am really sorry
for not checking whether you were really dead or not, I am especially sorry for
driving my axe into the skull of your prostrate body and I am truly sorry for
stealing all your things from your bloodied corpse.
Yours Faithfully,
Nutritious
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