We are the last of our towsfolk to be spared of the onslaught of apocalyptic ruin that has ravaged our community. Though many still live and walk, the forces at work have already made them slaves to a higher power. We speculate that it is only a matter of time before we lose our minds as well. We write these words not out of despair, but out of a faint, lingering hope that we can someday bring an end to this madness.

Surely as the late evening October sky covers itself in a veil of blood over the western hills, so our wish is to merely survive. To someday make this world the peaceful place that it once was, where the ghostly souls of our brethren would be laid to rest in the earth forever. And our role in the great drama of this wasteland called our home, Hellbox, would render greater meaning and purpose, to explain the darkness that has consumed our minds and our hearts.