Running. Hiding. Fearing for our lives. This is what came of it. We're trapped here. Prisoners. Separated from people we love, guessing at what might have happened to them. If they're even alive. I'm haunted by dreams, nightmares that feel so real. I see Ryan in all of them. What does it mean? What should I do? How do we stay alive? Something is coming. Something wildly out of our control. We don't know what it is. How could we? We're isolated, yet surrounded by thousands of strangers who might join us or turn on us at any second. Loyalty is hard to find. Trust is easily broken. The truth is impossible to discern. All I can do--all any of us can do-- is pray that we're ready when it comes. But how can we ever prepare for this?"
