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I feel so alone. I haven’t slept in days. Every time I close my eyes, the memories return. Memories of Jake. He was such a good boy... so much hope, so much promise. He was stolen from me. I remember the fear in his eyes as he was tied to that stake. I remember Jake screaming at me, "You should have done something. You should have saved me! You were supposed to protect me!" I scream back, “What should I have done?!” But Jake just stands there as he is drenched in a shower of fire. I know inside of me that it didn’t happen like that, that I was never able to say goodbye. Sometimes I feel that Jake is here with me, crying. His shriek from that night, as the flames consumed him, will haunt me forever. Every morning I go to his room to wake him up, as if he will be there, only to be confronted with the realization that he is gone and never coming back. At night I think I hear whispers. Eve says she hears the same. She says that there are stories of the dead walking the earth and that people are starting to panic. Not me though… Maybe my baby boy will come home to me.
I don't even know what is real anymore,