Chapter 53: What Crawls Beneath (1)

To Linda,

It has been twelve days since the world went to shit.

I can't even remember what my life used to be before all this. Only faint glimmers remain.

I can only hope you're safe… though with each passing day, it diminishes.

This will be the final letter I'm writing to you, my love, for now I'm tired.

We need to move on and hope for the best… till our last breath.

Victor sighed, putting the pen down. The light from a candle flickered across his face, revealing the tired eyes.

This was the twelfth letter he wrote for his wife, knowing no one other than him would ever read them.

At fifty years old, his hair had grayed out, with little fight left in him.

Just days ago, he was looking forward to retiring, and now he was leading a small survivor camp.