Shadow's Letters to Abigail

Dearest Abigail,

Doc told me to start writing letters to you. It’s supposed to be a release. She’s been a great help, to be honest. I miss you. Which seems stupid to write. Of course I miss you. It’s only been a month. When Doc said good-bye today, I could tell she meant for good. I assume that means they’re coming. I won’t run. Not from this. Not from you. I’d take on the world to bring you back, but that’s a fool’s dream.

Dearest Abigail,

I just arrived in Detroit. Oddly enough, I think I could fit into a place like this. Everyone needs a good gun, and there’s a lot of chaos. I met a man named Reaper who could use a good lookout. The only thing I really miss, besides you, of course, is the classics channel on TV. I hadn’t noticed at first, but I’m having trouble talking to people. I’m hoping to overcome it. I’m hoping to overcome a lot of things, I guess. We’ll see how it goes…

Dearest Abigail,

Today, I met a lot of the crew known as The Dead. They’re an odd sort, so I think I’m going to try to keep to myself. One man, calls himself Wraith, seems a bit stern, but otherwise normal. Otherwise, this group is a bit Sec 8 for my liking. One guy smiles too much when he uses his gun. One guy doesn’t use a gun at all.

Dearest Abigail,

I met a girl. I feel guilty, but I know you wouldn’t want me to. Doesn’t help. She’s a lot like you. Keeps me in my place. I still love you.

Dearest Abigail,

I feel today is the beginning of something big. Something bad. Reaper sent me, Wraith, Revenant, and Shade to deal some weapons in some abandoned library. We were ambushed, I guess. I’m not entirely sure what went down, but I did my job. You would have been proud. A bunch of us got shot, Shade worse than the rest of us, but she’ll manage. When we got back, things were pretty tense. Wraith accused Reaper of setting us up. They’re always butting heads, but I’m not sure why. He also snapped at me, telling me that Shade will never be interested in me. And he’s right. She’s a great girl, a lot like you. But she’s not you. Doc told me it could take a long time to move on. I’m still waiting.

Dearest Abigail,

Well, I think I was right. Today, we got offered a protection job for some soft runners. I don’t think we should take it, they can’t handle themselves in a fight, and the last thing we need to be doing is babysitting. Before we could talk about it, a rival gang called us out a few blocks down from the graveyard. We, of course, answered the call. It was a blood bath. They were a bunch of religious types, I think. Cross tattoos and crazy ranting. I know you always believed, but I never could. I couldn’t imagine the same Truths could create people as horrible as them, but as wonderful as you. Another gang attacked the graveyard while we were away, but the rest of our guys took them out. We’ve made a lot of enemies over the years, and it looks like someone wants payback. I’m not sure we’ll make it out of this one. Maybe I can see you soon.

Dearest Abigail,

I’ve seen more insane than sane men since I’ve come to Detroit, but today might take the cake. The new guy (cocky bastard he is) went with Wraith and I to try and get some supplies from a mall. The men there were dressed up like knights! Had a smithy and everything. It reminded me of the Richard Gere movie you loved. Business somewhat returned to normal this week, but I can’t shake this feeling something big’s gonna happen. Geese keep bumping under my skin.

Dearest Abigail,

I think it’s time to stop writing. Today, a helicopter crashed into a building, and we went to check it out. We were called back, but the Vindicate were going at Black Scar. I’ve become accustomed to a cutthroat world, but even I’m beginning to become unnerved. There’s a lot more aggression, and The Dead always seem to be around it. I need to concentrate on what’s happening to survive. I need to stop thinking about you. I need to stop… I love you. I miss you. These words are so old that they are swollen and cracked and mourned.

Shadow's Letters to Abigail

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