"What happens when you find your friends lying on the ground dead? When you're powerless and can't do a thing but scream for help. Over and over again and realized there is literally no one that can help you. They say trauma is something that needs to be grieved in order to overcome it. I think trauma is a load of bullshit. It makes you relive everything over and over. It makes you feel like everything is happening in front of you, yet you still have no control. I've tried dealing with my trauma in so many ways that I don't even know what to do anymore. The more I try, the more I lose myself. The more I realize the body is more fragile than I know." Walter awkwardly turns his face away to hide his pain. He saw as they all looked up to him. Not judging but sympathizing. He lowers his head. "It's been six months since I've lost them all, and I still feel like I'm stuck inside the forest. Standing over their dead bodies. Thinking how all of it happened in a flash of a moment. Thinking back to how everything began…."