Bunker 21

We continued driving. Anger and regret filled me inside. I mean, be in my shoes, who in the right mind could drive away from the location that her loved ones had just died at completely fine? I looked over at Leslie, he seemed so focused on driving. That made me wonder, did he ever loved or even liked Grandma? He seemed so unfazed and unbothered. All his attention was piled onto driving.

"I love Grandma with all my heart, but sweetie when you go through shit all the time, shit can become normal at one point," He spoke, breaking the silence as well as my train of thoughts.