Prologue-Promise
I just can't…I just can't believe all the chaos this city has. Dead corpses-most of which are still walking-crowding the streets. It's unbearable-I can't believe I could take it all! I'm surprised I didn't go insane!
"Hey, Sarah?" I hear my dear friend speak.
"Yeah?" I respond, reloading the berretta.
"…Do you think we'll live?"
I pause, "What?"
"…I dunno…I'm just scared-scared of what can happen to us," she says in a worriful tone.
"Believe me, so am I," I respond. "I'll tell you what, Blair, I promise we'll make it out in one piece."
"More like seven or eight…" Blair responds, replacing the magnum bullets.
I chuckled to myself. "But seriously, I promise that we WILL make it out okay."
"Okay."
I began to think about all the stuff that's happened. It all began on a September day-September 27th to be exact.