Struggling to Live.
Cameron woke again. He could see better now, but his vision was still slightly blurred. It was probably around noon, and he sat up.
He looked in the mirror. His face wasn't as swollen but he still looked pretty beat up. He made his way to his front door. He didn't know why he did it, there wasn't even a full wall still standing in his house.
His neighborhood was desecrated. There were few buildings that had a wall or two standing.
His neighborhood was located on top of a smaller cliff. It overlooked the actual city.
He made his way to where there was a spot to overlook the city.
From what he saw, nothing was left standing. His parents lived in the city, and he wouldn't even walk towards it if it wasn't for them.
He made his way to the road and began the long journey to the city.
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It was three hours before he reached the outskirts of the city. He could see dust rising in the distance. He squinted but couldn't tell what it was. Whatever it had been, it was heading towards him.
He stood for a few minutes before he could make out the object. It was a buggy, towing a trailer behind it, stacked with stuff. He waved his arms as it approached and it slowed down.
Inside was a man and a younger girl, probably about the age of 14.
"You'd better get out of here," the man said. He hadn't stopped, but he was going slow enough to where Cameron could follow it.
"What? My parents live here," Cameron said.
"Well, they're dead now. No survivors back there," The man said senselessly.
Cameron was almost appalled by his tone. "How are you still alive then?" he said angrily.
"Eeheh," the man chuckled. Cameron's face flushed with anger. "Just gathering some supplies. You'd better get out of here, those rain clouds aren't going to wash away the dirt from your face,"
"Yeah? What's that supposed to mean?" Cameron's voice was slowly rising with anger.
He looked in the mirror. His face wasn't as swollen but he still looked pretty beat up. He made his way to his front door. He didn't know why he did it, there wasn't even a full wall still standing in his house.
His neighborhood was desecrated. There were few buildings that had a wall or two standing.
His neighborhood was located on top of a smaller cliff. It overlooked the actual city.
He made his way to where there was a spot to overlook the city.
From what he saw, nothing was left standing. His parents lived in the city, and he wouldn't even walk towards it if it wasn't for them.
He made his way to the road and began the long journey to the city.
----
It was three hours before he reached the outskirts of the city. He could see dust rising in the distance. He squinted but couldn't tell what it was. Whatever it had been, it was heading towards him.
He stood for a few minutes before he could make out the object. It was a buggy, towing a trailer behind it, stacked with stuff. He waved his arms as it approached and it slowed down.
Inside was a man and a younger girl, probably about the age of 14.
"You'd better get out of here," the man said. He hadn't stopped, but he was going slow enough to where Cameron could follow it.
"What? My parents live here," Cameron said.
"Well, they're dead now. No survivors back there," The man said senselessly.
Cameron was almost appalled by his tone. "How are you still alive then?" he said angrily.
"Eeheh," the man chuckled. Cameron's face flushed with anger. "Just gathering some supplies. You'd better get out of here, those rain clouds aren't going to wash away the dirt from your face,"
"Yeah? What's that supposed to mean?" Cameron's voice was slowly rising with anger.