try to find the cure so you can save the rest of the world.
Hope has about run its course here. We’re all tired, a little too far beyond the exhausted state to keep going. The only thing that keeps us moving at this point is the sheer force of will. The zombies won’t stop coming and no matter what we do, nothing ever seems to make a difference. Well, I might be wrong. We might be able to do something, but no one here’s been able to get it finished. You might be able to help though.
A few months ago we got into contact with some sort of government facility. They had been cut off from all contact with the rest of the government and couldn’t figure out why. I hated to tell them what had happened, but they took it well. It was almost like they were prepared for this sort of thing. They acted like nothing was wrong, but they kept asking us for things, telling us that they were working on a cure. I guess someone else would have walked away after a while, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t give up on the chance that they might actually have something that we needed.
I must have been wrong. We had just brought a big delivery in when they stopped contact. I don’t know what happened in there, but it must have been something. We tried to get in, but we couldn’t do it. The guys that we sent in lost contact after an hour, so we’ve got no idea what’s going on in there. That’s why I’m writing to you. If anyone would be able to do it, it’s gonna be you. You’re our only hope here, but if you can get this done we’ll all be in better shape. Imagine a cure, imagine never having to keep guards at night again. Imagine being able to go back to work and having birthday parties and stuff like that.
We all want to go back to that world, and this is the only way we’re going to be able to do it. Do you think that you can get it done, because we’re counting on you? Let me know when you get to the area and I’ll get you set up.