"Could it be you are really alive? A letter with your name on it." A male voice speaks.

"The place where we first met, the place where I fell in love with you, Our special place; I hope you will come for me; I hope we will meet again, Eathen." A girl's voice read out the letter.

Eathen stood on a hill by the empty two-lane road, his car parked nearby and partially, he gazed down at the small town surrounded by forest in the distance.

"You died three years ago by the same tragedy that got me in a coma for years; the Old Wood tragedy, if think of it now, the tragedy which killed you and eradicated half of the residence, was started as a life-changing campaign. They injected all of us with their so-called antibodies for cancer. Most of those who took it died, and those who managed to survive lost their minds. It wasn't a campaign. It was a massacre. The only person who managed to recover was me, and the only one who they couldn't find was... You" Eathen Sobbed.

Eathen walked to the small town. As his foot moved he started getting flashes of the past, of him and Maria.

"Even if the chances of finding you are fractions above zero, even if it was a joke, I took the chance. How could I have not." Eathen thought to himself.

As his faint footsteps continued to march forward to the town. A voice called out.

"There is nothing but death". An old man cried. "Do you even know where you are headed?"

"Huh,", Eathen was shocked to see another living soul as he had never imagined to be accompanied in this journey. "The Old Wood", Eathen replied hiding his shock.

"So you know where your steps are leading you". The old man said strolling towards Eathen. "If you know the place's name, then I shall presume you must know the place's history, what happened here which led to this place becoming a Ghost Town."

Eathen clenched his hands and, with uneven breaths, answered, "Yes, I do, In fact, I have seen it up close."

"What?" asked The old man.

"I had been here at the time of tragedy," Eathen added.

"At the time of tragedy." The old man was stunned for a second and with a trigger. "You caused this?" He asked fiercely.

"N... No, what even made you think that ?"

"What made me think, you said you were here at the time of tragedy"

I was there but not as a victor but as a victim." Replied Eathen, lowering his voice.

"Victim? Not a single one survived; well, those who did can't be called alive."

"There was one who did, who managed to recover and that person stands in front of you."

"Crap," said the old man and started walking turgidly towards the village. "Still, why do his words feel so genuine." The old man pondered silently.

Eathen also started walking behind the old man.

"How ironic, first stopped me from going to the town, and now, you're going there yourself,", Eathen said, walking behind him."

"I asked you, not stopped you", replied the old man.

After walking for a while, they arrived at the old rusted Iron door of the town.

"So this is where you want to go" The old man questioned.

Eathen shook his head; he opened the old, rusted door and started walking towards the town. He began to remember the past and delved into his sobbing experiences, in between which he noticed that something felt different after the gate. Until now two footsteps could be heard, but now, the other one was getting faint and faint. "Huh?" Eathen turned around, and to his surprise, the old man was gone. "Where did he go? Did he only come to drop me?" Eathen wondered.

Eathen, a bit confused returned to the gate looking for the old man, but he was nowhere to be seen. He looked around and turned back towards the town because the destination was in front; there was no reason to go back. After a while, he was inside the town, the now Ghost Town, facing a house in front of him he was lost in his thoughts.