Tucker Prince, 21 year old son of Jack Prince

Well, there go all your plans for the rest of your life. Good luck completing college without computers or the internet. Or with all the unrest that is about to begin. You kick yourself as you sling your heavy-duty rucksack over your back and begin trekking out. The basic theory is the sooner you get out, the better. You're not sure that theory is entirely correct, or at least not as correct as your parents seem to imagine. Your dad is leading, clearly holding back his pace for his wife's benefit, and you follow along.

You take one sad look back at the suburbs you're leaving - by foot, no less. That's when you're struck with a worried thought. "What about Rosie?" You cry. Rosie is your girlfriend of nine months, a pretty blonde of nearly nineteen with the most beautiful smile. You know that, as the preacher's daughter, the compound had supplies earmarked for her. Your father sternly responds "I'm not sure she'd be able to make the trek. We don't want someone slowing us down. Once we have made base, we can come back and look for her and Reverend Fields".

You're not so sure. Now is certainly the most certain time in the coming months. There won't be a safer or easier time to look for her.