After it All

6

On second thoughts its getting late. You decide to go home while its still light out. You were out for 3 and 1/2 hours thats a little to long to be out in the open especially in these conditions. So there you are walking home. You honestly didn't even like the library basement, so many damp ruined books, crumpled concrete, moss and dust. It's nothing close to home, but thats where you've lived for the past 4 years, you have become accustom to it. Yet to you it doesn't matter how long you've stayed there.. it will never be home.

Thats honestly all thats been on your mind other than food. You just want to go home, but you know that you can't. Your home is most likely gone, all your friends dead, same with your pets. They never had a chance. You still wonder how you're still alive...

'ENOUGH BRAIN NOW IS NOT THE TIME'  You mentally scream at yourself for being so sensitive. You have to focus on getting back to the library and actually getting some food in your stomach. You quicken your pace and eventually get home exactly a hour and 15 minutes later. 

Stalking down the stairs you sit by a makeshift table your dad made out of books and a slab of a concrete wall. It was extremely inconvenient but it was something that kept him occupied. You sigh and sit down taking out the canned cinnamon apples and breaking it open. It smelled weird but you didn't protest as you wolfed the whole dame thing down. Finishing you shudder at the taste, it tasted like warm glue but at least you have something in your stomach. 

You yawn and look up at the ceiling. The rays of light are gold, meaning the sun is going down. You haven't had a good nights sleep in weeks, you could probably take advantage of this time and do so. Then again you have to worry about other people coming across your shelter. You think of all the possible things that could happen if you sleep.

*skip to chapter 8 to sleep*

*skip to chapter 9 to keep watch*