Scrap of paper found in the Pittsburgh Water Treatment Plant:
May (probably) ; no idea of the exact year anymore:
I was eight when the world ended.
My name is Faith Moonchild Ayers and whilst I should hate my parents for cursing me with such a frivolous name; I can't. Mainly because they are mostly likely long-since dead – either from the 'ceps infection or from being eaten alive – and I was brought up not to speak ill of the departed.
I am an outcast here; born and raised in England and trapped in this godforsaken country for the past seven years by this bloody infection and collapse of reliable infrastructure that could get me home.
You know what…this is a sodding waste of time, paper and ink.
I really don't see how Ish thought this would help with my 'anger issues'.
Fuck it! I am so going to ram this down his throat until he chokes!
Yours faithfully (and well aware of the irony),
Faith
