The storm owes me everything it took away from me. My family, my house, my belongings. I will get what is rightfully mine. I will stop at nothing. I will swek my vengeance.
Though the storm is armed and I am not!
The apocalypse. Running, hiding, surviving. Getting separated, then finding others. Finding out what's going on inside. Saving, then running. Meeting, then fighting. I'm Starr. And I want to tell the world what's happened to me.
(Brooklyn, I couldnt've done this without you. Thanks.)