I’m giving up.
It’s a tough pill to swallow because I’m only three years into University. But I’ve lost both my parents in the last couple of weeks. It’s only a matter of time before I get sick and turn into one of the stalking infected or I get caught and abused by looters.
I’m tired of all the death, and living in fear is exhausting. Now men from the work camps up north are heading my way. I can hear them getting closer, and my back’s against the wall—or the cliff–to be more accurate.
I’d rather be dead than this lonely and terrified.
But I’m too late.
Sedated and groggy, I’m held in a shed behind my father’s hunting cabin when a ghost arrives. No one can see him but me.
Is it because I’m about to die? Should I trust him?