It was a big lie. All those years I believed he was gone forever. All those months I spent crying alone in my room, reading about his adventures he wrote down for me. Only to find out that he was still there. Anywhere. But there. Kenny, that’s what I decided to call my new furry friend, barked in his sleep. It seemed like he was dreaming. I did not want to wake him up. I leaned back in my chair and took a deep breath. Down here in my hideout, the air was a lot cooler than outside. I spent a lot of time down here, trying to make contact with other survivors through this radio station. But I did not expect to find him. I heard his voice again. “My name is Lennard Coulson. Are there any survivors?“ I did not manage to respond. This could not be! My grandfather was dead! There is nothing I could do about it. Maybe I was just going crazy. I’ve been alone for months. It is a miracle that I managed to stay sane for this long anyway.
”My name is… Tyler Green“, I lied into the microphone. I was afraid to tell him who I really was. ”Tyler, where are you? Are you alone? Why are you still down there?“ ”Down where?“, I asked confusedly. ”Down on earth, of course!“ And that was when I realized that a lot more had happened, during the time I was knocked out, than I knew. I can tell you are confused. Let me just start at the beginning. My real name is Julie Coulson. The last time I knew what my age was, I was 16 years old. I lived anywhere in the states, I guess. To be honest, I do not quite remember those things anymore. It’s not like they still matter, do they? I can’t tell you a lot about my parents either. I remember everything about them, but there is not a lot to remember. I’ve almost never seen them. They were always too busy to spend time with me. They went to work all day. And sometimes they travelled to foreign countries. Without taking me with them, of course. When I was too young to stay at home alone, they left me with my grandfather at his house. I sure do...