Six hundred and ninety-six
Lloyd was no good man. Whoever sheds man's blood, by man his blood shall be shed. He was no good man to you or I or any other survivor. Six hundred and ninety-six. Six hundred and ninety-six days since I was betrayed, banished from the survivors community. I am not ill, I am merely mislead and mistreated. Whatever Lloyd claimed is not true and I must implore that you believe me when I say that I am not insane – nor is the existence of Foley, Alec and Sha mere fable. They have been beside me for as long as I can remember, they have been a part of me for as long as I can remember.
With storms raging on, refusing to cease I ponder as to whether these letters shall continue; I must regard the fact that they may never reach you anyway.
It is with regret to inform you that this shall be my last.
Stay safe.
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