Chris Browder
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Longing for Death
The ashes rise from the plume of smoke that fills the air. The ozone is filled with debris that block out most of the sun’s warmth. I can’t remember the last time I was truly warm… Dying in a nuclear explosion was the easiest pathway through the wake of humanities destruction. The world went from bad to worse before the bombs fell. We all knew it was a matter of time but shock still took me when I realized what had happened. For those who remain in the wasteland we envy those who perished within the flash of burning light. A bright light and then nothing more. No worries of finding your loved ones, no worries of finding clean water, no worries of being torn apart at your very soul from the lost you have endured.
By Chris Browder 3 years ago in Futurism