Page 68 - Fallen Thoughts

All I know is that I’m alone on this barren wasteland of an Earth, clutching

this baby tree, sitting on railway tracks crying because I had found something alive

again. I’m barely clutching onto life and so was the little tree I hugged.

For the next year I eat scraps of whatever looked edible. I scavenge old

houses for canned food and water. I wake up every morning in a choking fit

gasping for air as my lungs continue to fail me. But finally, with no humans here

to ruin everything, the world begins to rebuild itself.

It started with just few shrubs dotting the base of the tree I planted but I

know it was enough to start a succession of life. I don’t know how much time I

have left, but I’m going to make sure the Earth gets a second chance from our

mistakes.