I thought I was the last one. But then they found me, I came to wish they hadn't. But it gave me hope that there are good people out there. We survived the nuclear attack, many survived at first but then radiation took away everyone. I don't know how I possibly survived and even more so why I was the only one... but h...
I'm gonna try out a horse story. Enjoy! I do not know how long it'll be yet but here go's!
The irony of poetry is that its speaks in depths of beauty- but never really acknowledges what it takes to create it.
They say that the war destroyed a beautiful world. Now it's just ripples in the ground from the nuclear war. The grounds covered in acid and raggid ground with sand, mud, and dirt. But I don't really know what's out there. That's only what our founders told the generations of people in this place. This is 3017, almost...