Dear Kenny,
I am conducting a letter today in case this apocalypse thing gets out of hand. It is late at night and I am sleeping in an old run-down motel. All I wish for at the moment is to be at home in our bed beside you. I really hope that the National Guard will take care of all the walkers currently roaming the streets. I loathe the idea of people eating each other. This whole "apocalypse" things just isn't for me at all. I have to think positive: that this mess will end. I just want to go back to the moment before this started. This is all so terrible.
Anyway, in case things don't go as planned I need to tell you something. I know our plan is to travel to Savannah and hop on your boat (even though I despise boats), but something could go south before we get there.
Duck was almost bitten a week ago. If you had gotten to him a second later, he would be a walker by now. In the event that he would get bit, I need you to know that I wont be able to handle it. I already know that. So if he is bitten, I'm not going to stick around long enough to see him turn nor do I want to see him got shot before he turns. You know what I mean by "stick around".
If you do have the misfortune of reading this, know how much I love you and Duck as well. I love you so much, Kenny. My head and heart hurt at the thought that I won't see you for a while if this does happen. God knows, I miss you enough when you go on your fishing trips.
If you do read this, also don't forget me. Even if you meet a new woman, never forget me and what we had together. Our marriage was sacred.
I wish you luck during the apocalypse and I hope that you live to see a day when the world recovers from this hell. God Bless you, Ken. I love you with my whole heart and soul.
With all the Love possible,
Katjaa