Dear whoever is reading this letter,
Sorry, we only had a few short minutes to write this so allow me to sum everything up for you. Everything's not how it used to be. And, if it were, the world wouldn't be infested and crawling with disease ridden nightmares. In the streets, parks, abandon malls. Houses where families used to thrive and live and breathe. Anywhere...but not here-not now-because now the dead rule our once proud, healthy home with their disease. We, the Trinity, make it our duty to heal the sick. But, healing people who have a disease with an unknown cure can be hard...especially when you are the one who needs to be healed the most. Our parents and guardians were taken from us, but you should be lucky that you still have yours. And putting an end to this disease will take and army (which we don't really have...). That probably won't stop us though, but you're about to learn, as fast as we did, that you can't just be depended on yourself. If you do, you may just find yourself no different from the rest of us...diseased.
Sincerely yours, Kori Simmers, Olivia Rafaela, & Marie Santos