Exactly 6 months ago, I came back from a run with bags full of supplies, only to find most of the farm on fire. At that point, I was 15, only a little younger than my sister Beth, and I had no idea what to do...until these people found me and took me to their camp-Hilltop. At first, I thought they were bad people, as they had kidnapped me, but then I realised they just wanted to keep me safe. I was grateful for this, and began to help out with the others. Among them was my friend Jesus. Well, his real name is Paul, but he looks so much like Jesus, that's his nickname now! It was before all this happened too.
For some reason, I haven't seen him for a few days, since he went on a run to get food. Every night, I sit in my bed, waiting for my friend to come back. Even though I'm 16 now, and he's around 24 or 25, were still best friends, which sounds perverted, I know, but we click. I don't know how I would have fit in here without him.
