It's done. And now I'm not sure how I feel. I had to do it. That's all I know.
My father pushed me too far. He did too many things and I know I've become so much like him I wish I could strip it all away and bake under the rising sun until there's nothing left. But I can't. No matter what I do or how far I manage to get, I will never be able to do that.
I took the water. The last of the stores and I know what will happen to Megan and Silvia and the rest back at camp. I hope they find it in themselves to end their suffering before the drought takes them in slow nibbles.
I worry about my dreams tonight. I wonder what they'll bring. They get worse every night. Been getting worse my entire life. I'm alone now. Finally all alone. This is how it was meant to be.
Soon I will be the last survivor. Dad, you'd be so proud.
