Day 21… 22… lost count.
Hi there, if anyone is listening.
I thought I was used to this feeling by now.
But again, I feel lost and scared… alone again.
Today I lost my dearest friend.
Alfred…. I wish I could have known your pain and I would have helped you. I am sorry my friend, I feel like I have failed you.
Ending your own life is a selfish act and a sin. But I understand, my friend. I forgive you.
Sometimes it is the only way to amend your heartache and deepest sorrows, which eat you from the inside out.
I hope you are with your family now. I know you had been calling out for them every night in your sleep. I cannot imagine how you must have felt, seeing your wife and son die… their life… snatched from right in front of you.
I remember our meeting at Coastal town, where I washed up from the sea after surviving a plane crash.
I was dying, shivering cold and hungry, waiting for things to end, and there you were.
You saved me.
You took me and protected me from zombies and bandits like a guardian angel.
Thanks for teaching me to survive and to be a stronger person.
I will live for you, because I know it's what you want.
Go on, your family is waiting for you.
Rest in peace my friend.