At the start of the war, my family thought what most families thought. The u.s. would rise from the ashes they most likely got themselves buried in and kick ass. But when the first nuke was dropped all that hope went right out the shattered windows. No one thought things would go this far and once they did I'm pretty sure the government said "to hell with it, were all dead anyway" and started dropping nukes on anyone and everyone. Which meant anyone and everyone pointed the most deadly weapon on the planet right at us. People used to say "don't stand down" but by the time it was all over, the only thing people did was die..... one after the other. I wonder if in the end they changed there minds?
I don't know how many people are left on earth, I do know that I'm one of the "lucky" that get to see what's left of the world we fucked up. But everyone I have ever met, hugged, laughed at and loved? Their gone. And I ask myself every day "why me? Why am I still here? Why am I so special?" I don't even want to be here anymore.
Im so sick of being alone, I haven't spoken to another person in so long and I'm going out of my mind. I would give anything to go back to the days before. Before my family was forced apart, before we tried to out run something much faster than us,
before my life changed in all the worst ways. Before life seemed to be one long day that would never end.
