Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 23:47:58 GMT -5
Anthony had, for the first time in a while, been given a moment to breathe. Bear Lake had kept him busy--which was good. It was a luxury to have these..."worries." To be worried about the smell of your breath, the clothes you wore, whether things were organized. It was a blessing.
Anthony, along with the rest of his group--along with everyone else--had at one point worries far greater. There was a chance, before arrival at Bear Lake, of Anthony being woken in the night only to choke on his own blood as a walker tore out his throat. But such never happened. He'd been lucky. Beyond lucky. Two gunshots. Countless walkers. Two groups of survivors. Three psychopaths. A cross-country journey. And who was he, an attorney with no survival skills and an overweight body, to make it so far? It was luck, pure and simple.
Be it luck or skill, he was alive. As Anthony contemplated his extraordinary luck, he walked around the camp, clinging to the wall. This was the wall--this relatively thin layer of metal--was what quelled Anthony's fears of dismemberment and death every night.
But in all of history, there were the haves and the have-nots...those that would want to take what belonged to others. People would want Bear Lake. It was the nature of human conflict. There existed no...rulebook. No code that prevented people from simply trying to take Bear Lake by force, if they felt they could. No, that morality, that understanding, was a human convention. And it was gone.
Anthony, along with the rest of his group--along with everyone else--had at one point worries far greater. There was a chance, before arrival at Bear Lake, of Anthony being woken in the night only to choke on his own blood as a walker tore out his throat. But such never happened. He'd been lucky. Beyond lucky. Two gunshots. Countless walkers. Two groups of survivors. Three psychopaths. A cross-country journey. And who was he, an attorney with no survival skills and an overweight body, to make it so far? It was luck, pure and simple.
Be it luck or skill, he was alive. As Anthony contemplated his extraordinary luck, he walked around the camp, clinging to the wall. This was the wall--this relatively thin layer of metal--was what quelled Anthony's fears of dismemberment and death every night.
But in all of history, there were the haves and the have-nots...those that would want to take what belonged to others. People would want Bear Lake. It was the nature of human conflict. There existed no...rulebook. No code that prevented people from simply trying to take Bear Lake by force, if they felt they could. No, that morality, that understanding, was a human convention. And it was gone.