I wake up after only 3 hours of sleep. Sam gets up quietly with me and grabs his pack as I get mine. That's all we have to do before we head out of the cave slowly, quietly, leaving the rest sleeping behind.
Today is the day we try to find Peter. We know he's out here somewhere because of what was written in his last journal entry, two or three days ago. He never wrote specifically where he was going or where he is currently, but we can tell where he is headed by the map he drew in the corner of the page. Peter has always been good at geography, and it doesn'tseem like California's changed much other that massive craters in the ground, but North is still North, and so forth.
Sam and I navigate the first stop on Peter's map which is a nearby rock close to the bay.
"Jada, look," Sam says pointing at the ground. A trail of foot prints lead off along the burnt shore and under the bridge. "I think we've found Peter."
Then there it is. Footsteps. Coming towards us. We freeze up after we called his name and nobody answered.
"Peter?" I call again. Nothing. Nobody.
"Sam I don't thi-HUH?" I gasp. "Sam? Quit playing around!" He disappeared right next to me. I know he wouldn't run off. Not unless he found Peter.
I look everywhere for him but he doesn't show.
"Sam?!" I cry. Nothing. Nobody.
Then black.
