Build shelter. Find water. Make fire. Seek revenge. There are two beginnings to this story. One of them is on a tarmac i... (more)
Build shelter. Find water. Make fire. Seek revenge. There are two beginnings to this story. One of them is on a tarmac in Alaska. The other's standing on a lakeshore with the rain falling on me like mist, the cabin's timbers smoldering, sullen and red. I'll tell you both stories, what happened before my father died and what happened after. And when I'm done or when I am too weak to write anymore, I'll leave this notebook where the cabin was. If someone comes looking for us, for me, maybe they'll find it. So if you're reading this, I'm probably dead. But for a while, I survived. My name is Jess Cooper and I am still alive. (less)