Northwest of Fringe Cove docks, in a ruined house to the left following the road from the docks towards an orange container. The note is in a synth refugee's duffle bag on the second floor of the house.
It was a mistake ever coming here.
We'd heard that there was a colony for our kind and came over from the mainland, but there is something wrong about this place. I can hear the creatures out there in the fog. I don't think we're going to make it till morning.