Alexander
I've been heading north for over four months now. I left the shelter in the mountains when they started to run out of food, of course that wasnt the only reason - I met someone in that cabin and what he told me gave me no choice but to head for the Canadian border. The guy called himself Styx, he was kinda creepy and I didnt enjoy having to be so close to him but he had information I needed and I wasn't about to let him go until I had it.
"Wind's getting up, we should lock everything down and get inside the truck." I started to bolt the steel panels over the windows and check the seals. Styx kept chopping wood for the furnace, it kinda freaked me out the way he kept that axe with him all the time but it sure did come in handy if we were ever attacked so I wasnt about to complain.
"Inside you say? Inside? Why would I want to go inside on such a lovely night?" Styx stood on top of the tree stump, spread his arms out as if to embrace the world. His figure outlined against a dark, yellowed sky. It started to rain.
"Come on man, stop messin' around and get in here." I could smell the air thickening, it burned my throat. Styx picked up the logs from the ground and hopped into the truck through the top hatch sealing it shut behind him. "I think that we could reach the wall by tomorrow, if we make good time." He shrugged, ignoring me and slumped himself into a corner clutching his axe tightly. If what this freaky little man had told me was true, and Travis was alive in that place, then I will find him.