I can't remember when I started crawling but here I was, on my belly, forced to dig and crawl beneath the earth. My fingers are sore from clawing at dirt and I've been aching to bend my knees. Minor inconveniences compared to what lied behind me, and what could possibly waited ahead of me. But I just knew I had to crawl.

I came across some people now and then. Dead ones, anway. At least they were "dead" dead ones. Sometimes, I'd hear screams in the distance, which would stop me in place, frozen in fear. But I knew I had to keep going....