[00:06.02
[00:11.19
Like most that have made it this far,
I live off of old canned goods and a healthy back stock of ammunition.
[00:36.71
Even with the godless reaching my property every few days, I am tortured by solitude.
The whispering of the cornfields haunt me like the moans of my undead enemies.
My depression grows stronger: its bitter claws around my neck.
I will always be tortured... tortured by solitude.
Will anything get better for me?
[02:09.03
Will this sickness ever leave this world?
I am haunted, I am haunted by all that surrounds me.
What Ive known has been taken from me.
No one living has been within this house since my wife died two years ago.
Another occasion of when the undead came across some innocence...
...came across some innocence.
I will never see through this nightmare. I will never know sunlight again.
I will never see through this nightmare. I will never taste her lips again