If you find this, it means I'm dead. My name is/was Josie Harlistan. If this book looks old, they are far away. But if it look freshly burnt or is warm, they are near. Tell the story of me.
We were all alive.
We were all together again.
Until...
A knock on the door.
"He's gone...He's really gone and I feel. I feel so cold, there's a piece of me missing and it hurts so much...I can't...I just..."
Is this the beginning of the end?
Or the start of a new beginning.
How many more steps are needed before they reach freedom?
Or have they gone one step too far?