This will probably be my last message. There’s no service so you probably won’t even see this. I managed to get out of the city. I got the chance to take this photo before I left. I had no idea what was going on out here. I hope wherever you are right now is safe from all this.
The infection in my arm has spread to most of my body and I can barely think, let alone stand. Constant cold sweats run up and down my body, and my sight is getting blurry. I see now why they wanted us to stay inside, but that didn’t really do me any good, now did it? I think I’m going to just find a nice tree and lie down for a while.
If you never hear from me again, I just really want you to know how much I love you. Be safe.
Love, Dad














