In the beginning we were a group of nine. Three are gone, dead. There are six of us left. They are hunting us, and they won't stop until they've killed us all. I am Number Four. I know that I am next.

The word of God is my vow.

I know what I'm capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.

I grab Sarah’s hand. “You are more than that. I need you here with me. You’re pretty much the only thing keeping me from completely melting down.” “I get it,” she says. “You’re going to save the freaking world and I’m going to help you. That whole saying about behind every great man there is a great woman? I can be that for you. I just want to be a great woman with excellent aim.

She asks if I left a girlfriend behind when we moved. I say no, and she smiles, which just about ruins me.

My experiences have taught me that things rarely improve with a simple change of scenery.

Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you're doing.