30:22 The Encounter

Part 4

I walked into the room were Joel was I still cant believe that Im going on this dumbass trip, I mean what do I get out of it. Answer nothing, absolutely bog all. Im going to die arent I, its going to be printed on my headstone.

Rest in peace Davina Wilson. A Loving friend. Passed because she decided to be an idiot and go on a suicide mission that caused her to get eating by a freaking ant on steroids.

Im gunna freaking die. Oh god dont let me die. Please dont let me die.

Joel – Dee are you sure about this.

Me – Nope.

Joel looked at me with a stupid expression on his face.

Me – Are you ready for this?

Joel – Im ready to see Aimee.

Me – Oh please you just wanna get laid.

Joel shot his head around and looked at me in horror.

Me – What tell me Im wrong.

Joel didnt say anything, but I could see the smirk growing across his face. All I can say hes one randy ass dude. Im disgusted at how sexed up Joel is wait a minute its Joel Dawson Im not surprised at all.

So here we are standing by the door ready to return to the surface and head out on a death trip. If I had any alcohol I take a drink but that ran out a while back, those were some crazy nights, focus Dee. You have to focus otherwise you will die; death will come a knocking. In the wise words of Guns n roses, Ill be knocking on heavens door.

After a few words exchanged with the rest of the colony (they were trying to talk us out of this trip) they handed us a map and hugged us goodbye. There was this weird feeling that they were saying goodbye like we were walking into our deaths, which I mean isnt entirely wrong but still a little faith would be nice.

Opening the hatch and the sun blaring down on my plain skin I took my first steps in 7 years outside the bunker, but would they be my last.