By Wenānikīskokīw(nome de plume)

“First, we have to build a safehouse. We search for father in the daylight,” Michael explained through bites of his dinner.

We had just finished seven-straight days of Zombie Ultimatum training and were just about ready to go out into the field. Father’s face as an Infected was still haunting me, but it was our main reason for coming here; we needed to save him from the scourge.