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- •••• • -•-- •-• •  -•• • •- -••. They're dead.

That's the last I've heard from anyone. The message was sent three months ago.

I still have the text saved on my phone. If my phone hadn't died two and a half months ago I would still look at that message in shock and disbelief.

Its been hard to believe anything you see in this wasteland that used to be called Earth. The planet I was born on and the planet I will die on.

Thoughts like those arent unusual anymore. Dying is all I think about now. But, I made a promise to myself. A stupid promise three years ago. I promised myself that no matter what, I would do what it takes to stay alive. I didn't believe myself. The promise was made in a time when the biggest fear you had was to get rejected by the boy that sits three rows in front of you in math class.

That is the least of my fears. He has probably been dead since the entering.

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