My name is Annie Claire Sawyer and two years ago I died. But in so many ways, that’s when my life began. In the company of horrors, I learnt about friendship and loyalty, sacrifice and courage. Humanity isn’t a species, it’s a state of mind. It can’t be defeated - it moves mountains, it saves souls. We were blessed as much as we were cursed. In this little enclave of the lost, I witnessed the very best of being human.
You have such a reductive view of the world. God made man in His own image. What if that included His rage? And His spite. And His indifference. And His cruelty. What if God made us too? We’re all his children, you see. God’s a bit of a bastard. Look at us both. Covered in other people’s blood and talking about morality.
For so long now, I’ve been tired. And frightened. The prospect of this… scream of time in front of me… is terrifying. […] This endless life - never aging, never kissing, never having a family - all the things that make you human… Not having them is a worse hell than anything they’ve got over there.