The Last Reality

Here we remain

5 years after the war

"How hard can it be to destroy a building?!"
Joseph walks to the crane at the other side of the beige house and opens it's door.
"Sorry, sir...", the man in the crane sighs.
"You missed a houde with a wreckingball and you're sorry?!", Joseph asks as he jumps out of the crane.
He grines.
"What a bunch of idiots"
He looks at the museum and decides to walk to it.
He passes agricultures where once were houses, they ran out of canned food months ago.

"Yo, Joseph!", John yells as he picks some wheat and walks towards Joseph.
"Harvest will be good", he smiles as he holds up the wheat.
Joseph smiles slightly.
"I'll let Marijn know, I'm going to visit him anyway", he says and he walks further.
"Bye"

Joseph waves at Raven, who's teaching the teenagers to shoot.
Raven waves back.
The group has expanded louds since their victory in the Norman-War has let them to, also have their numbers grown to several hunderds and food and ammo will never be a problem too, mainly because they've set up agricultures and found equipement to make their own bullets with stone shapes.

He stops infront of the wooden gates, strengthened with iron bars, of the museum.
The gates slowly open and he walks in.
"Hi Joe", Marijn says as he walks towards Joseph. His beard has grown loads since he doesn't have to care about his appearence anymore.
"John told me to tell you that the harvest will be good", Joseph tells.

"Great!", Marijn laughs.
"Everything is running perfect!"
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, those idiots at the constructions side are doing rather bad work, almost no progress", Joseph explains.
"Damn... almost everything then...", Marijn sighs.
"Marijn? Someone's at the walls of the community and asks for our leader"