Caldwell Marathon Swift

CALDWELL MARATHON SWIFT. (See also, HENRY CALDWELL, RIFLE, CALDWELL MARATHON) Continuing the Caldwell Marathon's interesting approach to its loading mechanisms, a speed loader was manufactured alongside the rifle, useful for loading the 15 cartridges the Caldwell Marathon can hold

Old Hunter log, author unknown
Bound with worn leather, 58" x 8.3"

Night fell and supplies were dangerously short, so I took shelter in a dilapidated hut in the heart of the swamp. The smell alone was enough to keep most away, but at least I could think about sleeping without the fear of being found by another desperate Hunter, or worse.

I first noticed the carvings on the wall when I set my lamp down in the corner where I hoped to unroll my bed. The scratched words were neat in some places and illegible in others. I the spider, she the fly. frowned as I squinted at the other messages, trying to make out more. How did I get here? one scrawling wondered. Then, more lettering directly below it: William Salter.

Salter. Why was that name so familiar?

That night, I slept deeply, dreaming about all sorts of decayed things. I woke up to what I thought was the sound of a man moaning in agony, only to discover that it was nothing but a loose window shutter blowing in the wind My heart pounding, I relaxed back into my bed, turning towards the wall to see if I could decipher any other messages.

Soon, it was time to return to the horrors outside. I didn't see the decomposed leg on the kitchen table until I was on my way out, and the last words I'd read scrawled on the wall repeated, hauntingly, in my mind:

Eat. Gorge. Wall.