A very old, crumpled and hastily written note tucked into a picture frame in a small but warm home.
To whoever finds this, Her name is Maria Tayson. Her mother and father love her very, very much but we were attacked as we ran for shelter. I don’t know what they were but they looked like people. My wife is gone now but one bit me and I can feel something in me changing. I am afraid I will hurt my daughter. I can’t let that happen. So I am leaving her here on these steps in the hope someone will find her. Please. Please love her and cherish her. This will be my last wish. Please let her know how much we loved her.