In March of 1930, my family was struggling to survive. It was the Great Depression. We were losing food, money, and over all crucial resources. But one person in particular changed everything.
He helped me. He saved me. He left.
I haven't seen him in years. Not since he saved me from one of the infected. I thought about him sometimes. I thought about how he had saved me on that first day. I thought about where he could be now. Was he even still alive? Would I ever be able to thank him properly? I doubted it.
Then one night, everything changed.