The letter sits on a dirty dust covered table, written sometime ago. The letter reads:

This life has become almost to much to bare, everyday is a struggle.

Nothing but death, and despair.

My wife got Infected two weeks ago... I thought I could keep her safe, I thought I could protect her...

Not a day goes by the pain, and guilt doesn't eat at me, that I wish to die and join my love in heaven...

I live not because I'm a coward, I have nothing left in this world. So why stay? Because I know if I die then her memory dies with me, then she will truly be gone from this world...

For her I will live, until the day comes we can be together again...

Jenna, my love, I will see you again someday. I love you

-James-