I've done a lot of things in my life.
I was a mechanic.
Computer engineer.
Chef.
Teacher.
You name it I probably done it.
Having a high IQ had its advantages.
Every time I mastered a career I moved on the the next.
It seems silly now looking back.
Tracker probably wasn't one of the things I ever thought would come in handy.
Now tracking my sister I've done.
Not to this extent. I've found her at wild parties or unsafe dates; I never thought I would be tracking her in the end of the world.
I never thought I would die doing it.
I am stuck in a tree with the Dead clawing at me. There are about 10 of them. I have 4 bullets left and a few knives. I won't make it out of here alive.
Ive been stuck in this tree for days.
I know my time is running out.
...
One week stuck in this tree. I'm out of food and water. The dead numbers keep growing.
I close my eyes and think of my daughter.
Her laugh.
Her eyes.
Her hugs.
I open my eyes when the dead fall silent.
I look down and they are all frozen in place. Looking at something else.
Something I can't see.
"You're safe now."
The voice startled me. I decide to take a chance and jump off the tree.
They don't move to attack me.
"Hello, Lawrence."
Seeing her standing there makes me laugh a little. I never thought she was this tall. Watching her spend her life in a wheelchair I never even saw her as she really was.
Strong.
"How are you, Liz?"
"I want to find my family."
"Good. Me too."