Consider this a gift for anyone still unfortunate enough to be alive.
Keep your eyes peeled for those creepy fucks that look like they were skinned alive–"lickers," we call 'em. They're
blind as bats, but their hearing more than makes up for that.
So long as you don't run around like a total idiot, guns a-blazing, you should be able to slip right by them...probably.
Either way, make like my grandma and creep around as slow as possible around 'em, yeah?
Anyway, not that I wanna go, but duty calls. That, and I've got a friend to avenge.
David