Hunted

We’ve stumbled into a situation I’m not sure we’ll find our way out of. We’ve done something that may result in the end of our race across the country. Our race to safety. But safety is an elusive dream. I can’t see it or touch it. I’m not sure it exists. But what else are we to do? What else is there to reach for? The ravaged have taken over our home and threatened our survival. All we can do is run, and search, and pray we find a place to rest our heads. But we’re nowhere near finding it. If it’s not the ravaged, it’s other threats that keep us from finding anything to hold onto. Psychos, biters, misguided intentions. Our own demons mocking us. We’re being hunted. Chased from all directions. All we can do is continue this never-ending race for survival and hope nothing catches our tiring strides. But we’re tripping over every obstacle and barreling into every wrong decision. Because this isn’t the end, but it feels like we’ve already lost.