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The Messenger

The Messenger

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Feb 16, 2014<5 mins
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"Home, a place I needed to see with my own eyes because maybe then I would be reminded of why I wander." A courier travels one final road home in a post-nuclear devastated America. 1500 words. “It is our mission to traverse the perilous roads of the west if we are to revive the last hope humanity has left. We will construct a new civilization through the messages we deliver. The only way this will be possible is by walking the long 5 and all of the roads that lead to it. For people aren't always known by the words they speak or the deeds they do, sometimes it’s by the paths they walk.” – California Express Motto
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I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .

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