Because We Are AliveEverything tastes like ash now. It's ground into her teeth, coating her dry, cracked lips. Everything around them painted gray and brown, the muted colors of a sky now blanketed with the smog and ash that is the calling card of the new world they find themselves in.Because We Are Alive4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What do we do now?" The girl asks, kneeling in the dirt, hand splayed palm down on the ashy ground to feel the very texture of ruin, her head tilted up to look at the other woman.
"We keep moving." Her companion replies, solemn, taking in the destruction and quiet that surrounds them, the hollowed out shells of what were once tall buildings, and the burnt husks of trees to mark the wayside, impassively surveying all the decimated remains of what used to be. The aftershocks in the morning after the end of the world.
"Why?" She presses, straining, her chest aching, looking for some semblance of sense among the ruins. Looking for something to believe in, to grab hold of.
"Because we are alive." They say simply, not loo