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Author: emraegan
Willow and Jason’s story of survival and love comes to its conclusion in Defend. My name is Willow and I am in love with Jason. I don’t know where he is, or how to find him. Every step forward feels like I’m leaving him a hundred behind. They left me but the farther I travel the more I start to feel like I’m the one leaving. We had been searching for safety. A place to rest and protect. A home … rest and protect. A home to defend. Now I’m just trying to get by minute by minute. Day by…
We’ve stumbled into a situation I’m not sure we’ll find our way out of. We’ve done something that may result in the end of our race across the country. Our race to safety.But safety is an elusive dream. I can’t see it or touch it. I’m not sure it exists. But what else are we to do? What else is there to reach for? The ravaged have taken over our home and threatened our survival. All we can do is … can do is run, and search, and pray we find a place to rest our heads.But we’re nowhere near…
The days are blurring together. I can’t seem to keep my eyes open at night. Terror follows us everywhere we go. Nowhere is safe. It’s spreading. Thriving. We can’t outrun it. All we can do is bunker down and pray it passes us by. But that’s wishful thinking. The ravaged will find us and there’s not a thing we can do to stop them. They are everywhere.I haven’t seen him. I haven’t spoken to him. … to him. But I know he’s there. I know he’ll be there if I need him.It’s not long before I do.My name is Willow.His…
My name is Willow.His name is Jason.He hated me. I hated him— while silently hiding how much all that hate hurt deep down inside me. But all that was before. Before everything changed. Before I woke up to gunshots and screaming and death.Now he still hates me, along with his Uncle Paulie and their club brothers. But I don’t hate him. I can’t, not after he came for me. Not after he saved me.Not … Not after he saved me.Not now that the ravaged are here.They come at you like you’re nothing. With their feral snarls, and bloodshot eyes. Their…