Today
The girl isn't pretty. Not to old society standards anyways. She doesn't look like an actress in an apocalypse movie. Her hair is caked with dried blood and mud so it's impossible to tell what color her hair actually is. Her clothes hang off her body, and she reeks. She has acne and scars that cover her body, some look intentional and some look like from accidents. I watch her chest rise in slow shaky breaths. There's something about this girl that makes me curious. Where did she come from? Could she have come from civilization? No, not in the condition she's in. She obviously doesn't know much about surviving. I, however, was in Boy Scouts when I was younger. My dad use to take my brother and I camping, said it was a boys weekend. I miss those days sometimes. I can't reminisce about the old days if I want to survive today. It's better if I remain in survival mode.
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Down The Dark Road
Science FictionTwo years ago, the apocalypse started. Millions of people around the world started to get sick, no cure, no reason to how or why. People died, and those who didn't... Well, they're the ones we have to be afraid of.
