4th Lash
[This entry finds Trevor walking down one of the settlement's back roads with firewood under one arm. He's ripped and stripped to the waist, a figure of barbaric comeliness. Or angelic savagery. Take your pick.]
Tempers are likelier to flare in this heat. But perhaps we men have other things to worry about in the way of flaring. After all, the Lord saw fit to give us two heads and only enough blood to think with one.
Worse yet, that stench has---
[His footsteps come to a halt. He's caught sight of the bloody message painted near the city bulletin. The hunter draws an axe out of instinct but he knows it's useless. There's no one and nothing about but the writing on the wall and its' ominous portents.]
"Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm back World's End
And I'm coming... 4... u."
[He lets any viewers have a video feed of the message itself.]
...why announce yourself in the first place? Forewarned is forearmed.
You who've been here longer: who has returned and what cause is there for worry?