Make a Break for It

I don't know what time it is. The sun has been up for a while, anyway. Some of these monsters have no eyes, but move very quickly, so I figure there's no point in waiting until nightfall—I can't use the darkness to hide, and the reduced visibility only adds to the difficulty of my escape. Ms. Anne is still missing, but Eli has returned, dragging his dried-up carcass and broken neck. He's still hanging around over at the depot. Poor Old Rick, Cleo, and Anthony, their screams will haunt me until the day I die. If I live through today, that is... and if I ever fall asleep again. I'm not going up to the main house. There's no way those two kids are still alive. I just hope they didn't suffer too much. There's no point in going to Overlook Town or Throughville, the monsters are coming in from those directions, and even if there are more people there, it's still not a good idea. Mola Island? The bridge might still be passable for now, but not for much longer. There are monsters that can fly, so there's also probably no shortage of ones that can swim. North. North is the only possible way out for me. I'm Larry Duvall—and I'm making a break for it.