And All Things Will End

The writing is difficult to parse, the disorganized scrawl making a terrible combination with the ashes and char. Eventually, however, your noble efforts are rewarded and you manage to transcribe the following:

"Something strange has befallen our poor village. It started with the miners in the tunnels, but soon it spread to everyone, even my wife Sarah. She's usually unphased by these sort of things, having been through more than I could ever know. We even have our little daughter in her class at school (even though she's a little young) just so she could learn from her mother. They spoke of life like it was

Here the ash blots out a large portion of the paper

..got Serenity last night, tied up to a willow tree...crows pecked out her eyes and tore her flesh to pieces....she's a battered whore anyway, always trotting around naked and makin' eyes at the disreputable fellas...she has no purpose here..I'm glad shes gone...

"WHY WHY WHY WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY"

"We've taken refuge in this old barn...going to hold out as long as we can... what's the point, its going to come for us all anyway...

The note ends there. You open your hand, letting it fall to the gound.

There was no struggle in the barn.

You exit swiftly, leaving the secrets trapped within the fading wooden walls to themselves.