

Telling Stories Day 12:


I woke up after four weeks of hiding. I haven’t seen any signs of survivors in weeks. It was just them—the infected, everywhere. I’ve been sleeping in trees, staying off the ground, keeping an eye on things. I’m not sure if there are any survivors left, but I still hope. Finding a way to sleep in trees wasn’t easy. It took tent supplies, ropes, and a sense of adventure that I didn’t know I had left.