Contemplating Your PlaceMore Like This
He told me stories about what earth was like before the apocalypse; how lazy afternoons meant barbequing with friends and family or just a day doing absolutely nothing. How even though there was crime there was also happiness to counter it. My favorites were of the concerts and movies he talked about all the time. He knew that was all I ever wanted to know about, the books and music people liked before everything went to shit. I could always see vine free buildings, working cars and happy unmutated faces every time I closed my eyes during his stories. The rare moments I saw him give a genuine smile is when he talked about the past, our present spot affecting him than he cared to say. I loved being out of that quarantine zone into the real world-yes the infected and hunters were problems through our journey, but that didn't stop me from trying to explore the nature claimed states and the mind of my what? Friend? partner? Maybe a mentor?
He was complicated; his past was something I