Chapter 2: Karla

I watch as the drawbridge drops, and they leave. The people celebrate the departure of their heroes. I hear the clapping and excitement of the crowd. I wish I could feel the same. I noticed a piece of parchment laying folded on my desk. I sit down and open it up. It is a letter from Grim.

Karla, I know you are worried sulking in your office. Please do not worry. I have been on multiple missions and campaigns that were more dangerous, but the stakes were rarely higher. I want to save the people of Desert Watch. I may be old and a little senile, but I have a lot of fight left in me. Keep your chin up and your back straight, little lady.

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Love, Grim

I let out a small chuckle. I look out my window knowing it is still going to be a rough night. The day slowly fades to night. The people are clinging desperately to hold on. Many of the elderly population has already died, and we have lost some young ones, but Grim and Caltrain have given everyone a little hope. Even me.