I wake up in a cold sweat, I look around and see the sun barely rising over the horizon. My back is killing me from sleeping on the roof. Julia is still sleeping next to me, I don't know how she does it. How she sleeps so well knowing the things we've went through, the people we've lost and knowing those things are all around us. Everytime I close my eyes I think upon those events what happened in those first few long hard months we had together. We haven't seen people since that military camp. I dig through my backpack as quietly as possible. I pull out a family portrait. I start to tear up as I look at the picture, we were all on the beach Me, Mom, Dad and Julia. Julia had just turned 11 and we all looked so happy. We never got to find out what happened to our parents, the phone lines went down shortly after everything started and we couldn't ever reach them. Julia is the most important thing in the world to me and I'd do anything to keep her safe. "Watcha got there big bro, why you crying." I quickly shove the picture back in my bag.
"It's nothing sis, what are you doing up so early."
"I was just having a nightmare about those first few months." I look at Julia then look away silently.
"You should get a few more hours of sleep" I say to Julia, "we got a big day ahead of us and one of us has to be well rested." As Julia nods silently and turns back around to go back to sleep my mind wanders back to my terrible dream.
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The Bad, The Ugly, And Us
General FictionA brother and a sister make their way through a post apocalyptic world in search of a new home. Along the way they meet several allies and several enemies. Can these two find the happy ending they are looking for or will this cruel and horrible worl...
