Nova’s Diary
Date: Unknown.
We never should’ve come.
It was supposed to be a supply run. Just me and Brooke. In and out within a day or two. I thought we were prepped. I was wrong.
The town has changed. Things are missing. Things are broken. And there’s death. Not from sickness, but from murder.
And now we can see lights on in The Grand, and hear laughter and screams in the streets nearby.
We never should’ve come. This is no longer Scarborough.