Just over a month of living in the building, surviving off the bare essentials, I started resulting to eat what little wild life I could fine. To this day I don’t know how they survived, but it was either them or me. Every night I would open the book my dad had given me, I would read from it, a chapter each night. Over and over again until I would fall asleep. I had dreams every single night since I landed on this so called earth. I would dream at night about my family that I had said goodbye to 6 months ago, I had dreams about waking up and seeing them with me, but when I woke up. I was in a deserted building, as good as dead. As the days collected in numbers, my dreams began to feel more and more like reality, and waking up felt like a dream. At night while I read, there was only the occasional scatter of rats, at which instinctually I would get up and hunt, unsuccessfully. I stopped myself on a chapter of my book, it said ““Forget the former things do not dwell on the past” I knew I must move on, to survive.
The next day on February 15th 2100, I packed up everything that I thought I could use from the building. Metal, wood, blankets, pillows, even a pot and pan, and I started my long walk. All the cars were destroyed and wouldn’t start, I started to walk on foot. Judging off the suns direction and the time of day on my watch, decided to head north, to escape the heat and shrapenal of the blast.I traveled night and day straight north, though entire towns. Completely destoryed. There was little water, which I had to collect from the pipes of houses. The sand storms stayed strong. And religiously came at about 6:30 in the evening.i continued to read each night, and then fall back asleep into the world I now called reality.
It was just over 1 year at this point since the blast , I had traveled from Florida to Ohio. The further and further I walked, the greener and more inhabitable the earth started to seem, and one amazing day. I hit water. I had hit the boarded between the USA and Canada. I camped out by the river that night, just staring up at the stars. For the first time since the blast, I saw the beauty of the earth. The starts shooting by, the magnificence of the moon. the earth seemed more important, something that shouldn’t and couldn’t die. I said a silent pray, that the earth wouldn’t die, that we could start over and rebuild.
The next day I crossed the river. As I jumped in, I felt like I was reborn. The water cleaned all the sand and dirt from me. The river was wide and took many hours to swim across, all of which I enjoyed. As I arose from it to the other side. I hit a town, but this wasn’t a normal town, this one had been boarded off, there was intact buildings, the sun wasn’t so unbearable. I ran into the town, I knew this was were I was suppose to go. I yelled at the top of my lungs
“HELLO!, I am here!”
What happened felt like a bullet hitting me, another voice called back
“Hello! Is anyone there!?”
I ran though the town until I found the source of this voice. It turned out to be a sick women by the name of Ellen Baker, I came to her and cared for her, she said that she was injured the blast, but wasn’t killed. She was just sitting inside her house, waiting to die. That night as I was bandaging up her leg, I looked into her eye and knew that things would be ok.
Even though now it feels like a faint memory, me and my wife have not survived, but are still surviving. We must rebuild civilization, back from the beginning, if we die, humanity will be lost forever. I know deep down in my heart that humans aren’t just animals, that we have a purpose in life. It might be a simple purpose or a complex purpose, but mine is saving the world.