November 25, 2024, 5:28am. Day 361 of the apocalypse.

Since fall is here, the nights are longer. We arrived at the new hideout, still a bit dark. According to the phone on the dashboard of the truck, sunrise will be in a few minutes. Around quarter to 6 in the morning, I guess. All of us got out of the truck, then I stopped as I watched Elliot and Azriel run up the small hill the driveway was made. Merikh was standing beside me, “let’s go?” he asked as he held my hand.

“Why don’t you go in? I need to get my duffel and none of you can get...