The Survivors

Intro: The Burial.

(Three Years Forward, September 17th. Year 2027)

The gravel trends against the tires of the old rusty car as it makes it's way down the path. Harvest. Leaves fall from the rustic trees with dead hue, blanketing the lifeless grass, ever so slightly touching the icy ground. The uncanny silence is broken over the sound of a scared flock, flying out the bare trees. The heavy mist sweeps under the vehicle as it comes closer to the house. The old rusty car pulls to a stop, the engine stalls out. He feels a chill run down his neck as if someone was watching him from the naked woods. He throws the keys on the dashboard and takes a moment to breathe before getting out the vehicle. He glances at the abandoned house.

"We're here" he speaks as if he was talking to someone. The car door creaks as it opens. Nature has once claimed the beautiful white house that was his home many years ago. Vines and plants invade the windows, doors, and walls of the house. A large fallen red oak tree lays on the house, demolishing the second floor of where his parents would sleep. He gazes at the house while leaning on the car, puffing on a cigarette. Some chuckles slip from his lips as memories and flashbacks flood his head. Veering off from the past, he takes a last hit from his cigarette to open the trunk, pulling a body bag out.

[Flashback]... "Hey, boys! How was y'all first day at school?" Their mother's gold-soft voice asked. "It was the best, Mommy!" His little brother ran for a hug. "I painted a fishy for you." he shows the canvas of water-color paint resembling a fish. "Aw, that's amazing. Thank you, Honey!"She kisses his forehead. "Your welcome, Mommy" He giggles after the kiss.

Both of their laughs tumble away from his ears as so does the memory. He ambles around the house, entering the backyard, down to a log pathway that lead into woods. He sets the body bag on the leafy ground. A couple's chatter grabs his attention.

[Flashback]..."I love you" He whispers. Two teens, about 16 and 17 lay on each other with a blanket covering their naked bodies. "Oh, yeah" she chuckles with a gleaming smile. Their hands clasp and lips lock. "I love you too" she responds back after the velvety kiss.

Suddenly, the flashback shattered before he could see more. A tear down his cheek while a shred of love pulsed throughout his heart once again. He wipes the tear from his right cheek and continues to open the body bag to put a stuff animal and blanket between the hands of the body.

He gets up to retrieve a shovel from the shed. He stands outside of the door, rubbing his hand down the wall. The white and brown shed is now rotting with chipping paint, and a roof that looks very unstable. "10 years, it's been... Hasn't it"? he states opening the rotting wooden door. Another memory plays in front of him. "You connect the ends to the power conducts right here... Just like that, now flip the switch, and now you have a light." Their father was demonstrating him and his sister how to build a lamp. "That's awesome, Dad. Could we make pretty one for Mom's birthday"? His sister jumps in happiness. The memory is scared off as the ceiling starts to fall in. "Oh, shit" he dodges a daft from the roof, he grabs the shovel, and makes a jump for it. "Eugh"! He impacts the ground like a football player as the shed collapses behind him.

"Eh." He stands up. "Could have been worse" He brushes his self off and goes back to the grave-site. A sound of brittle leafs cracking pulls him to a dead stop. He whips out a knife for his gun has no ammo. "Whoever you are, I'm not playing"! He shouted. "Come out, god damn it"! He shouted louder. Minutes of silence goes by. Nothing. He holsters his knife and finishes digging the grave. He cleans the sweat from off his forehead and drags a large rock to the head of the burial, slipping a gold rusty cold coin under. "I'll miss you... Brother".

He impaled the shovel next to the grave and makes his way up to the backyard. Lifting his self onto a stone table out looking the acres of field, he pulls off his gear and armor. The stent coming from off his clothes and body nearly makes him puke, let alone gag. He opens his bag for a moldy sandwich and a bottle of dirty water. He takes a bit and sip, chewing as he listens to countryside sounds. The acres of field are covered in more heavy mist and fog, almost too hard to see anything though. He looks to his left to see another flashback. "Hahaha, you will never defeat me"! As the two brothers clash plastic swords together. "I am the greatest pirate"! his little brother announce as he pretended slaining his older brother. The flashback jerks to a end as he chokes on the fusty bite. "What the fuck" he retorted, opening the sandwich. Rings of mold and slime of a bad smell is on the spoiled meat and stale bread. He hurls over the stone table. "Ugh, fuck" vomit dripping from his mouth. He wipes his mouth against the sleeve of his sweater, re-positioning his self on the table to see someone or something moving within the fog. He shrug it off for he wasn't worry, almost a mile from him.