Dear Ellie, The past few weeks have been tough, for the both of us. My nighttime charm doesn't work like it used to. We'll lose another man today. I've been shot. I'm coming home. Reoccurringly, Your U.S. Marine
I sighed as I stuffed the piece of paper into my pocket. It had been a hard week, the loss of my leg proved my point. We were stuck.
At this point we had maybe ten left - people, that is - and enough food to last half of us a week. If it tells you anything, I was the only one who made it off that ledge alive. 'How?' You may ask. Well - to put it bluntly - dead bodies float.