[02:34.70][00:06.02]I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm,
[02:39.87][00:11.19]Just along the outskirts of a small city.
[00:16.27]Like most that have made it this far,
[00:26.40]I live off of old canned goods and a healthy back stock of ammunition.
[00:46.86][00:36.71]Greetings from extermination, Kansas - death in the midwest.
[00:57.18]Even with the godless reaching my property every few days, I am tortured by solitude.
[01:02.34]The whispering of the cornfields haunt me like the moans of my undead enemies.
[01:12.50]My depression grows stronger: its bitter claws around my neck.
[01:17.66]I will always be tortured... tortured by solitude.
[01:28.02]Will anything get better for me?
[02:24.38][02:09.03][01:48.51][01:38.16]I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret.
[01:43.34]Will this sickness ever leave this world?
[02:03.86]I am haunted, I am haunted by all that surrounds me.
[02:14.22]What Ive known has been taken from me.
[02:50.05]No one living has been within this house since my wife died two years ago.
[02:55.23]Another occasion of when the undead came across some innocence...
[03:00.40]...came across some innocence.
[03:15.71]I will never see through this nightmare. I will never know sunlight again.
[03:25.71]I will never see through this nightmare. I will never taste her lips again
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