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I walk through the woods. The sun is bright in the sky, the trees are alive, and I stroll along at a relaxed pace. Everything is quiet; there haven't been any animals here in a long time.
My mind is drawn back to then, many years ago. So many animals. So many sounds. I miss that world.
I look down at the lush grass, and I try to tread carefully. I don't want to hurt the flowers, nor trip on the exposed bones.
The quiet used to be unnerving, one upon a time. But as the days, weeks, months passed, I got used to it.
I come to the clearing, and I see the torn and decayed remains of a camp. There's not much left of the tent; the synthetic fabrics lasted for a long time.
I meander to the log that once was used as a seat, easing myself down onto it, and look around.
So much as changed since I died. Since the world died. But then, it didn't really die. It moved on, as it always has.
I remember waking up in that tent, though it wasn't really waking up. I had died in my sleep, like many people did. Those who survived weren't so lucky.
I'm not proud. At first, I was just as uncontrollable as anyone else. The hunger overrode my control. Fortunately, out here, away from everyone, all I had were my friends. I wish they had died with me.
My mind is drawn back to then, many years ago. So many animals. So many sounds. I miss that world.
I look down at the lush grass, and I try to tread carefully. I don't want to hurt the flowers, nor trip on the exposed bones.
The quiet used to be unnerving, one upon a time. But as the days, weeks, months passed, I got used to it.
I come to the clearing, and I see the torn and decayed remains of a camp. There's not much left of the tent; the synthetic fabrics lasted for a long time.
I meander to the log that once was used as a seat, easing myself down onto it, and look around.
So much as changed since I died. Since the world died. But then, it didn't really die. It moved on, as it always has.
I remember waking up in that tent, though it wasn't really waking up. I had died in my sleep, like many people did. Those who survived weren't so lucky.
I'm not proud. At first, I was just as uncontrollable as anyone else. The hunger overrode my control. Fortunately, out here, away from everyone, all I had were my friends. I wish they had died with me.
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