ZAC
Nothing.
It’s been three days since I couldn’t protect my family. I’ve done nothing short of kicking myself for not banishing that c*m-wad Kyle out of the pack as soon as we knew he assaulted Isla.
The search groups have been working these last two days relentlessly. I have been bouncing around from group to group, assisting with breaches of abandoned buildings. I want to be the one who saves her. I need to redeem myself; I feel like a real piece of s**t for not being better. I always thought I was a fair Alpha, lenient even; maybe that was a mistake.
The group I’m running with today will be hitting a patch of land between Red Rapids and Green Hill. It was mostly forest, but there are a few old factories that have piqued our interest.
I’m so mesmerized by the wisps of steam twisti
