Radiation with a Side Of Applesauce

Introduction To 'Life'

"Please no.. Stop" was what he said, "Give me that sausage" was what I heard. Standing over a mud caked expression of stupidity, I gently bonked the savage's thick skull into a beautiful array of changing colours; depressing dirty clay to exhilarating and exiting crimson with all the shades in between. Throughout the process of creating art and beauty, I forced laughter shut. The thought of cartoonish bopping and other odd sounds flooded my mind as I was 'bonking' it's skull in with a sharp rock.

After I finished, I walked two meters away, laid on the dry lifeless sand and made a snow angel. Out of blood and sand of course, snow is in short supply after the nuclear winter. It has been many, many, many years since the big mushroom wars. I had only been here for 'many' years. I was born and raised by my loving mother. I could still remember the joy glowing from her face, well either joy or the radiation but the green glow made the answer obvious, she loved me. She would leave the settlement every morning, and returned every evening; sack filled with pre-war goodies, all for her dearest child, my brother. I got whatever was left. At times, if I was super lucky, I would get half a deliciously roasted squirrel on my birthday. That provided my brother was full after he had eaten a family of our furry little friends.

The sand was getting a little 'frictional', time to get up. I made a very pretty sand angel, a red dress; slowly oxidising to a calm brown at its edges. Along the cracked tarmac, covered in decades of dust, the blackness of the road had already faded. But what hasn't faded, was purpose, and with that my journey continues...