If you're reading this…
it means I didn't make it.
My name is Max, just an ordinary guy stuck on this island when it all began.
Guadeloupe… a paradise that turned into hell in less than a week.
I can't run anymore. I can't fight. But before my last breath, I want to leave something behind.
So someone, somewhere, will know what really happened here.
I'm writing these words by candlelight, surrounded by shadows…
The silence is broken only by the growls of the dead outside, they're getting closer, hungry for what's left of me.
If you find this letter, remember my name.
Remember Max.