run from the past

Life is different. Change has become a constant in a world full of uncertainty.

There are new monsters chasing us, both human and subhuman, and at this point, I can't tell you which are worse. We face a new enemy, and we must do all we can to strike first, or death will find us for sure. I feel like all we do is run, and the fact is that it always seems to take us in opposite directions.

Safety is now an illusion, one that strains even the strongest of relationships, especially when we are ca...