Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2016 15:48:21 GMT -5
Dana stood towrads the back end of the island just having a moment to herself. She was leaning against a tree, taking advantage of the shad that stretched out over the green grass, crossed into the sand and left a shadow on the surface of the water. She stood under the tree and watches as the gental water ebed and flowed feeding the current into the deeper parts of the river.. Her short hair blew in the wind as she stood there with her arms cross. So much as happened to her in the last three years... It was hard to believe that this was life now as she stared out over the water.. She looked at the dead city across the river and tried to picture it bustling with life . She tried to picture it with people headed to wr coming home from work after a long day. She pictured people waiting at the bus stop or walking into a barber shop.. She couldn't picture it. That form of living so far removed from her memory it was just hard to see. She had the hive and that was kinda like this.. But it wasn't the world filled with Wal-mart sales, and going out to dinner, or stopping by the video store to pick up a movie.... The times before the great panic where strange and unrecognizeable at this point. All Dana Dillenger knew was surviving in this world. Wasn't that enough? She lowly eased her way down the tree until she was sitting on the small patch of grass. What will it be like 10 years from now.... Will anyone still alive remember all this? Will we one day find ourselfs in a place where we don't know what a coffe maker was used for if we stumble upon one on a a run. Will future generations have to ask why a toaster did? It was another strange thought, but one that seemed very plausible given the state of the world... Dana toseed a rock and skipped it across the water and just sat there with her elbows resting on her knews... And she was feeling sleepy... Still thinking some, though not as much now so much as face.
Dana: This world is strange to us now, but when my great grandchildren survive this... Stuff like TV's and soap dispeansers.... That shit just didn't matter anymore. And it never would again.
Dana: This world is strange to us now, but when my great grandchildren survive this... Stuff like TV's and soap dispeansers.... That shit just didn't matter anymore. And it never would again.