To live.

Easy enough to take the other way out. A lot of people did. After the Big Death, life was hard. So incredibly hard. Some kids didn't know what to do and didn't have anyone to look after them. They just sort of gave up. Others tried to make it on their own. Tried to live in the hell the world became without the adults. 3,000 years of civilization, all gone in six months. A lot of them didn't make it either.

You'd be surprised how easy a decision it is, to just give up. To die. Trust me, I know. From personal experience. I held out for 15 years. I tried to make it. I tried to make a difference. But life was too damned hard. Especially for a little guy like me who gets beaten up a lot by the bigger guys. There came a point when I was just too damned tired and sick of the struggle to survive another day. So I quit. Jumped off a bridge into a lake. Why that way, you ask? Well, because I can't swim for shit and I figured that way I'd do it right.

That's the first time I heard God's Voice. Hardest damned thing I ever did in my life ­ the hardest decision ever ­ was to listen to the Voice. To pick my ass up, go back and give life another chance. To live. Was it the right decision? I don't know. I guess only time will tell.