If you're reading this, I should be long dead. I've ran for miles, days I think. I lost track, I just ran. I don't know how this shit could have happened. I thought we were good on supplies, good on manpower. Not important now, I'm atleast safe. I'm writing this if anyone finds my corpse. I may starve or get killed. But atleast I have this... And these. And I put it to good use. I shouldn't have trusted Imperium, they attacked after all. They took everything I had, except this... And these. I don't care if they call me a traitor, I don't care about that damned city at all now. I'll just run, that's what's going to save me. That, and this... And these. I don't think I'll ever be able to join up with anyone again after what I did. I'll find someone. Anyone. I can't just run alone. They'll catch me. But I'll run. I'll just run, and I'll die while running. I won't give up easily and be remember as a coward. That's my consolation I guess. I have nothing left to live for now, except this... And these.
I hear footsteps. I think they found me. I don't know if I can do this. I should just end it all, make it quick. But that would be the easy way out... They're getting closer and clos
A note with this text was found on the floor of a cave, where Imperium agents presumed the suspect was hiding. The scene was also ridden with 6 corpses, shot multiple times trough the neck, torso, back and limbs. Arrows were precise, peircing the windpipe, leaving the agents dying of suffocation or loss of blood trough vital veins and capilars. Blood collected from the scene of murder all correspond to our men.
I don't know how he did it. I really don't, and I don't want to find out. My orders are to avoid him from now on at all costs, and in the slim chance you do find him, turn back. We can't lose any more men to this monster. God help us.