My dad told me, "Trust is valuable in every situation."
Even now, one year after an invasion of undead took over the island of Manhattan, I still live up to these words.
But I'm alone.
I have no one to trust.
That is, until I met her.
She was someone I could trust.
And trust in her could be what either keeps me alive. . .
. . .or kills me.
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.