I never liked traveling alone. I hate being alone. I've been on my own for about a month now. I have no idea where to start. Where do I start searching for my sister?

I went home. That's always a good place to start.

When I got to the house I grew up in I was able to see when my mom died, where my brother died. I regret coming instantly.

I head down to the basement, where Maria was kept herself for a while.

I find nothing I can use, so I move on.

I head through this quiet town. I only hear my foot steps on the road. Nothing else.

…

I found a place that looks well lived in. Whoever lived here left quite some time ago.

I know instantly it was Chris.

There is a mattress in the middle of the floor surrounded by comic books.

It's so like Chris to live in an apocalypse and still read stories. Like he isn't living them already.

I go through the house and find a few can goods I will be able to take with me.

After searching the house, I find a map.

I look it over.

I see Chris marked his old home with a red circle. Same with my old childhood home. This house is marked green. Must mean safe.

I keep searching for some indication he knows where my sister could be.

When I see it.

Disneyland.

Marked with double red and 'Liz' written in.

That's where Liz is.

So that's where I will search for my sister.

I pack up a few things and get moving.

…

I find a working truck. Luckily in my old life I was a mechanic. It should last me a while.

As I am driving a pass a hitchhiker and I decide to pull over. I pull my gun out and get out of the truck.

"Please don't shoot." He begs.

"I just have a few questions for you. Have you seen a group travel past here?"

"How big?"

"Two, maybe three. There should be a girl with them."

The guy gets an interested look on his face. "It's been a while since I've seen a girl."

I shoot him without a second thought. When I walk towards him I pick up his backpack and go through it. Find some water bottles and more can foods. Throw the rest back on the floor. Just clothes. Wouldn't want to wear the pervert's clothes. There shouldn't be people like that in the world anymore. And I defiantly wouldn't want him around my sister.

I get back in the truck and continue driving when the creatures begin making their way out of the trees to feed off the man I just shot.

...

I run into a couple more people but keep the part out of finding my sister. No one needs to know that.

…

Then some interesting news finally reaches me.

"Can you explain that again?"

"So there were three people, two men and a woman. The creatures kept away from them. I mean a couple of them would go after them but for the most part they kept away. They are like a repellant or something. People kept their distance because no one wanted to get to close to them in case they were infected. But none of them turned."

I stop eating my canned beans this nice man was sharing with me. I stare at the fire and wonder.

"Are they immune?"

"People are saying there is a possibility."

I nod and pull out a picture, it's a couple of years old but it should do the trick.

"Is this her?"

"Looks like it. Kept my distance, like I said."

"Thank you."

I stood up and got back into my car, then drove off.

Immune. Is my sister immune?

The possibility of that is terrifying. If they were to find out on the boat who knows what they would do to her.

To protect her, she isn't ever allowed back on the boat.

She can never go home.

…

My truck decided to stop working. That's fine I am almost there.

When I see people in the middle of the street I am close to avoiding them.

Until I hear something that makes my heart drop.

"Maria, don't do this."

Maria!

I run to them.

Michael is doing CPR.

When I get closer she sits up.

Both the boys around her breathe a sigh of relief.

But there she is, my sister, alive, covered in blood but alive.

So I call out to her.

"Maria?"

I'm not thrilled but the guilty looks I get in return.