He'd been a lieutenant in their little 'establishment' for 3 years.
He found them when the apocalypse started. They were all just lost kids without purpose. Now the only difference is they are lost kids with a purpose.
If only he'd come home that night on time to warn his dad, then they would still be together. And his mother wouldn't be dead lying in the street of their neighborhood.
It was too late to cry now. Too late to wish you had been better. Too late to actually want to have something more for yourself.
He had picked up smoking about 6 months after the incident. You could find cigarettes easily in any abandoned gas station.
He had enough to kill him by the time he hit his 20th birthday.
If made it that far, most kids nowadays didn't make it past 15... He turned 17 in what he presumed was two days.
He thought maybe he should just stay out on patrol and never come back. It would end a lot quicker that way.
He knew he wouldn't, he was too big of a coward. All of the kids looked up to him for strength, when he just wanted to die.
He felt as though he had lived long enough, that his mission in life was complete. He had helped some kids, got a semi good education. He was satisfied.
But apparently life had other plans for him...
In two days on his birthday, he would meet the people who have come to save them from this madness.
But nothing is ever free, even their own freedom...
-A.G.
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Photography with a story
RandomThese are stories of random, odd, and quirky characters who have a picture and I felt like they deserved more... such as a story, or more like a excerpt of their fascinating life. I do not own the pictures in this book. I have just found them by loo...
