Balancing a jug of water, I slowly pour it's contents into a flask that was given to me by an old friend who had passed.I pack my bag with a few more boxes of ammunition and MREs.
My hand's are worn, tired and bleeding. Yet I tightly clench onto a picture you gave to me before you were dragged away into the darkness.
I'm preparing myself to venture out into a world of monsters and ghosts, I doubt I'll return.
But at least I can say I departed this world with a purpose.
An attempt to save you.
