Wisdom at the rivers' crossing

[Those who have time to stop in the mashing of zombies and open their journals will find that a large sheet of paper has been folded into the pages. On it, traced with a hasty but deft hand, is a map of the residential area on one side, the City Without Walls on the other. It's traced from memory, but this being Huo's memory we're taking about, it's quite accurate, if lacking in detail. On the second floor map is marked the location of Apple's barricade, and in small script, the names of people currently holding it.

A brief note follows:]

If you have a moment to spare, please note your location and status. Coordination will benefit us all if this goes on.

Stellaris-gūniang, if you are available, I could use your aid in the Farm's machine shed. I have

[Aaaaand cut off. Zombies. You know how it is.]

[New handwriting today, and it's quite beautiful. Those who read the original Chinese characters might appreciate the skill behind the expert strokes: flawless calligraphy, itself poetry of sorts, yet not slow and cautious but decisive, the writing emerging complete and without hesitation. Those who get a translation miss out on some of the finer points of the art, perhaps, but the effect is the same in every language.]

Warmest greetings to the residents of Edensphere.

This humble servant, the lowest of souls, begs leave to dwell among you and hereby be known, in lieu of a more appropriate name, by the character ‘Huo'.

Although I do not yet know my own measure, and indeed expect that it be the very image of mediocrity, it is my outmost desire to be of some use in the undertakings of the city. I will take up whatever profession is required, and toil in that capacity to the very best of my ability.

Sincerely, I offer my prayers of good neighborhood in the hope that they be accepted in the same spirit in which they were made.

-- 火