So Many Naked Men

Letter
I stepped out to face that thing today. And somehow, it multiplied. So many naked, mustachioed men stood around me, hissing. I ran out and barricaded the door. I'm out of fuel, and I don't dare step outside of this room. It's gonna be slow movin' from here on out, and if those things get in here, I'm not sure I can take em. I just want to live to see my clothes again. Oh god, what I'd do for a pair of britches.

Sincerely,

Pheobus T. Ashesgrash