What sort of sister loses the one she’s suppose to protect?

How does she walk away from her sister when she knows she cannot take care of herself?

How are you going to find her now?

These were all great questions, and they all applied. When I woke up this morning , and Annie was gone, I had no one to blame but myself. After drinks at Coach’s, and a night filled with some lunatic joker man with a darth vadar mask, I was smashed, tired, frustrated. I fell into bed, and I fell right back out of it this morning. I told myself she’d just gone to the store, she was there, working. Of course I knew she wasn’t, she wouldn’t leave without me. Not willingly.

I looked, I did. However looking for someone in the apocalypse usually consists of a whole lot of shouting their name, and talking to people who, more often than not, are preoccupied in their own existence and usually reply with:

“I didn’t see nothin’.”

Where the fuck are you, Annie?