My name is Keller, and I am traveling through the wasteland on my 47th day carrying humanity's last seed bank. When I tasted blood on my chapped lips, I knew the pursuer would not be more than three kilometers away. When night fell, I hid in the church with a collapsed spire, but I didn't know that there was already an owner here - a blind priest with gray-white pupils. He told me exactly how many items I had in my backpack, and as I was shocked, there was a sudden roar of an engine outside the church. "The predators are coming"…..
