My name is Micah Lyons, and I was told, not so much asked, to write down my thoughts for posterity. My writing something down that others will read falls into the sort of funny category, considering what a bad writer I am. I was never really up for school. Not in the time before this one, and not now.
I’d much rather be doing things than thinking about doing them or talking about doing them. Give me a task, I get the shit done. I see the Vampires in the distance, roaming the night, seeking blood, hunting and killing us. Then I remember what we all learned—they’re really people who are sick. Some of them can be saved.
But fixing things doesn’t fall into my purview. Sick people who suck blood are not my problem. I’m a Warrior. It’s not my job to save them. It’s my job to kill them. From now until whenever one of them kills me.
See? I told you, people who are reading this, I’m not any good at writing.