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Post by Killz4food on May 7, 2012 5:47:38 GMT -5
The year was 2012 when the incident happened. My mind flashes back to memories of how everything went down. How my mother was killed by the roof of the house we lived in. How my father tried so desperately to load us all into the car and get us the hell away from the lava rolling down the mountains. How my nine year old sister died as I struggled to carry her to the mountains and to my little boat full of supplies I would need to make it through this all.
How nobody believed me until the day of. And now look at them all. Dead. Gone. Ceased to exist. And me. Well I'm doing to just fine now. If I've kept track right the year is 2014 now. And we all know that when everything is rebuilt things will go right back to the way they were; loud, obnoxious, self centered, and useless. I can't say that I won't change along with every body else; If i manage to live that long of course. But as of now I have a nice little colony full of people that love each other and the fact that there are people to converse with and live together with.
We all tried to forget it, but it's carved into our brains. We know there's no escape to the memories of when the world died. But we all cherish the fact that we were the survivors.
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