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Dear unknown friend, I'm happy to announce you that I'm alive; hope you care. I'm writing you from the post-apocalypse, the country formerly known as Rhedesia. In the good times, before we all went zombi and had the obese daddy of a civil war, mommy took me to the mall and we ate ice-cream. I can't remember the taste of vanilla, but the dance and the music of that day, I haven't forgotten. That's all gone when we started killing each other and you, the rest-of-the-world locked us in and threw the key. I can't blame you, really, I can't; you owe it to your own children, I suppose.
Mine? They're alright, I suppose, thank you. I'm own enough to have five, one is dead, my little ghosty girl, but I won't recall her name, it's easier that way. Wassa is my sweet little thing, four years old, pushing five and can already milk a dozen goats if you let her. Ælred is my eldest, being 14, I'll talk him about you, later, when I'm on my dead bed, so he doesn't get that the bugs have got my mind. They have, I just don't want to confess that to him, yet. I have two other children, and their mother, my wife, but I won't talk you about them until we get to know each other better. You could end up being a perv or somethin' you never know.
I'm in the hut, the secret hut, had to bring stores here for winter, the kids and my lady are coming soon. I'm leaving to meet them somewhere along our secret path... The more rifles, the better, as granpa Prep used to say; not his real name.
Shall I write to you again?
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~ Miguel de Luis (Yretek)
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