We're facing a long hard journey.
The end of civilization. Was only the beginning.
Maybe even harder than I can imagine. I don't know what out chances are. Slim, I guess. But it's all about slim chances now.
This October.
I'm leaving. Leaving? Just gonna quietly slip away.
The stain of Survival. Takes Its Toll.
If I hadn't done what I did, you'd be dead. We chose to stay. You chose suicide.
Let's go, you and me. Let's go, before they get back.
What's next? The group is split. It's a waste of time, all this hoping and praying. People are gonna start panicking. We can't give up.