A letter from Tyler – Johns Son
I never truly understood what my father went through to ensure my survival. The monster he almost became. It must have been difficult to fight it. Sparring with what I’ve ultimately come to conclude is Man’s true nature. Man’s ultimate destiny. To destroy himself.
This manuscript was passed to me by my step sister, Olivia. She told me that Father gave it to her before he died. An account of how he first met her. How he first met her mother. Only after I published 900 Miles did she have the courage to share it with me. I don’t blame her. Things have changed so much since that time.
We live in a new world. One where the Z’s are always a threat. Every person wears a life monitor on their arm. If it changes from blue to red, then you’re dead. At least that’s what they’ve told us. Our society’s little way of catching the threat at its source – before it gets out of hand. It’s worked for us for a long time. However, now even it is the source of much controversy.
It seems that the pre-apocalypse world, filled with bureaucracy and politics, all fueled by money and power is back with a vengeance – as if Z-Day was a mere inconvenience to its well-funded pockets. Things that have been shared, as communal norms, are now being monetized … Leaving the less fortunate to the wayside. Leaving them to compete for their lives in the Games.
My father, John. He was a vicious fighter right up to the end. After everything, he was convinced that we fell off the ledge of humanity because of the way things once were. There was a short time, a period where humans finally worked together, where people respected others for who they were … Not for what they owned. It appears as if this period is now over.
Kyle would live that day. His nine lives weren’t up yet. My father and Kyle would be hailed as heroes long after the battle for Avalon. The men who took down Gordon Green, a name that for a long time was only spoken in dark corners.
I don’t believe my father ever let himself off the hook for what he had to do in the name of his son. He seemed distant, if not recluse if the topic of Avalon ever came up. I can only hope that I have lived up to what he had hoped for me.
I know I’ll never stop trying. I’ll continue his fight. I’ll continue the fight against you. You know who you are. You’re the powerful. You prey on your fellow man.
This is my battle cry. You are fools if you don’t listen. I’m coming for you.
This is S. Johnathan Davis, and I would like to personally thank you for taking the time to read 900 Minutes. As a self-proclaimed Zombie Geek, I genuinely hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I had fun writing it!
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