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Dear Martha

This is the 9th letter I’m writing to you. I tried to keep them in the cave I’m hiding in, but every time I go to sleep, it’s gone. I woke up on this island 13 sleeps ago, and have been trying to find myself off ever since. I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda losing my mind here love, and the thought of you and Carl are all what’s keeping me sane. I’m not sure if I’m in hell, or in some kinda new game show, but there’s something wrong here Martha, something real bad. The sun doesn’t rise and set in the same place, the moss doesn’t always grow on the same side of the tree, and the wind changes direction constantly. It’s like the island doesn’t want me to know where I am or what time it is. Some days are longer than others, and sometimes they’re shorter, I have to sleep in a cave I found during those longer days and when I wake up, it’s the same time as I went to sleep, or morning, or the middle of the night. It kinda reminds me of when me and you went diving on the east coast, and you got your foot stuck in that cave and we didn’t know how long we were in there until Henry found us. I’ve been sleeping and eating on one side of the island, trying to make a little base, hunting for food, and trying to put Minecraft to good use I guess. Everything that should be alive on the island isn’t. In the tall grass and beneath bushes are dead birds, but they don’t look like they just died, they look like they got attacked by a cat or something, they’re ripped open and missing bits. I’m getting really scared Martha, and I’m hoping that whenever these letters disappear they find their way to you. A few days, I think they’re days, the dead things stopped appearing around where I am, so I’ve been moving around the left side of the island around the forest. I mentioned the forest in [REDACTED FOR VIEWER], and I don’t wanna go in. There is no light, and behind the trees, everything is empty, just nothing, like looking into the ocean at night. The leaves and trees are bigger than they should be, the fruit that comes off them is rotting and decaying. I’ve seen things in the forest, I don’t know how to describe them. None of the things I’ve seen are the same, always changing. Some of them are big bug things, others are slimy, I saw one of these earlier yesterday, it looked kinda human until you got close, then it turned around and it’s body was melted and it’s head was twisted upside down with an extended jaw, looking like it was screaming. It didn’t follow me as I ran, just screamed, and screamed. It’s eyes were hollow, and crusty, like it has just been dug up it was covered in some kind of mould, that rooted it to the ground, it looked like an arm stuck out of its left side, but was connected to the floor by the flesh. I don’t want to think about what happens to people who die here, if we become those things. I’m kinda losing my mind here darling. I moved around the island earlier, and found a village, there were stone cottages and a pier, and a boat. One of the screamers was fused to the pier, I saw in the water as I untied them boat, something that was still, and floated to the top of the water like a dead jelly fish, when it got to the top it looked like seaweed until it opened its eye.I understand that these sound like the ramblings of a mad woman, but please know, my love for you and Carl is absolute, and I want you to know that I have tried everything. I’ve been sleeping inside the buildings in the village. I’m going to use the boat to sail out west, to find some more land, to try and get back to you. I know this is hard to believe but in the name of whatever, you have to trust me. Tell Carl not to worry, that you’re there for him, make something up, like Mom’s gone to a book tour with uncle Henry, and that I’ll be back home soon.

Yours forever. Amy. X