And All Things Will End

This barn is weathered with age, but does not appear to have any overt structural damage. The massive door dominating the wall facing the plaza is unlatched and open.

Inside you find hay bales arranged haphazardly in a circle, surrounding the ashy remnants of a campfire. There are no signs of a struggle in ths building: no blood, no bodies, nothing.

Shifting around through the ashes of the campfire you find a tattered, charred piece of paper with hastily scawled lettering covering the front and back. The stationery implies it was torn from a personal journal.