Dario's Memo

I can't help but wonder if anyone will read these words, but writing them will help me maintain my sanity if nothing else.
After I've become a meal for those undead monsters, will the G.I.'s responsible for sealing off the town laugh upon discovering my corpse?

So this is how it's supposed to end? I don't want to die. I'm just not ready...

My wife, daughter, mother... My entire family has been killed. But none of that matters anymore. Right now, my life is the only important thing. That's all that matters.

I never would have pictured my end to be like this. I had so much left to do. Rather than becoming a salesman, I should have tried my hand at being a novelist. It's what I've always wanted, but my mother would only tell me you have a long way to go.

Why did I ever listen to her?

But this looks like the end for the great Dario Rosso, novelist extraordinaire.

Cut down before his prime...