By Wenānikīskokīw(nome de plume)

Michael and mother were now both dead and in the dimly lit tunnel I went to search for father.

The underground concrete maze kept confusing me, and I took wrong turns down hallways my map didn’t show. I felt a hollowness in my chest, devoid of emotion anymore, which helped slay the infected who crossed my path.

But I wouldn’t find father right away. My older sister, Nicole, found me first.