Sean White
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Sole Survivor
The Earth was a barren wasteland. Broken homes stood half-buried in sand, dirt and rock. Metallic shells of what once were vehicles lay strewn about, rusted and ruined far beyond use. Various household appliances were identifiable amidst the chaotic rubble but nothing was of value. It was all gone. Entire cities turned to ash. Lakes and rivers dried up or poisoned. A sickly haze had formed across the sky, tainting the rain and amplifying the sun's radiation, turning the majority of the planet into a toxic desert landscape. Not a single tree still stood as far as the eye could see, nor any life for that matter, aside from one man. For all he knew, Jared was the last man alive. The bombs had destroyed everything: his family, his friends, his home, his future. Nothing but broken fragments and hollow memories remained of the world before the war. He walked on in search of food and water, though why he did not know. Surely it would be wiser to give up hope and join the rest of humanity in the land of the dead. But why, then, was he saved? Why hadn't he died in the blast? He had to believe that there were others out there. He had to believe that he could find them. Somehow, if enough had lived, they would find a way to start over. Somehow they would survive.
By Sean White3 years ago in Fiction