• 02 – Last Living Souls
    “Are we the last living souls?” a question that burned itself into the mind of the boy. The question he asked himself the day they all woke up. He lay in bed for a while more, contemplating his existence and what would happen when he was gone. He knew that, for the moment at least, there would be no legacy for himself and quite possibly his compatriots. As the boy had never seen another human outside of his small tribe, if you could even call it that. The boy grabbed the .38 special off of his dusty makeshift table. He checked it, still four shots left. He closed the cartridge, locked the safety, and spun it around his finger. Still lost in thought he peered around the room a haze of dust lingered and captured the sunbeam that came through the busted window. The light, combined with the sand and dust made the whole room appear yellowish in tint. It was warm enough but he knew that it was about time to move on.

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