Anne Marie

I stumble through the dust-choked ruins of what was once a suburb, clutching Milly and Sara's hands. My throat is parched, my stomach a hollow ache. The two young ones whimper, their little faces smudged with grime. Then I see him—the man from the old broadcasts, the one they said couldn't die. My heart hammers. Could he help us? Or is he just another threat in this dead world?