I have to find her. My wife can’t help. And it was from me which my daughter fled—a monster worse then the ones roaming the streets outside.
Edmonton. I’m sure she’s still here, hiding in a city that once housed a million living people. Now, only the dead walk its streets. But she’s still alive. I know it. I can feel it. And I’ll see Hell before seeing her as part of Deadmonton.
I have to find her.