I always knew if the apocalypse came, the biggest threat to survival would be other people. These damn raiders have been harassing me left and right. Now, the Gourmands have started stalking me. There is no way I'm letting anyone cook me up for dinner.
I've holed up in this old trailer next to some radioactive dump site. I figure the rads will keep them away from me, and if I die here, my body will be too toxic for them to eat. Even then, if they're stupid and eat me anyway, I can only hope the radiation in my body would put an end to them.
I sure wish you were here, although you're better off without me. You were right to leave back when I was being a self-righteous prick. I guess this is my way of saying I'm sorry. Hopefully, somehow, you'll know that.
I love you, Peach,