We hadn't eaten in a while.
I remember the saying "an army marches on it's stomach". After wandering our little wasteland for a while, I came to realize the truth in that. Well, we weren't an army. Not exactly. Just a man and his daughter who had made it out of the city. Following rumors of military protection down South, in San Diego. Me carrying all I held dear to me, piggyback style.
We'd been stopped at our makeshift campsite for an hour or so.
"Honey. Time to leave. We're getting close."
No reply. There never was one these days. At least we'd rested. Now only one of us hadn't eaten in a while.
I picked up Claire by the one arm left on her corpse. I was going to have to find some more food soon...
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Original Shorts
Science FictionThree short responses to a roll thread on /x/ from a long time ago. After the first three are five that I wrote out of the blue during the winter of 2013. Pick the one that interests you most, they can all be read as individuals.
