The world is filled with ruins and devastation, nothing seems to be solid nor real. The ash filled sky is a beautiful yet hellish landscape. The air is so filled with ash that our breath forms clouds that billow from our lungs. The sun is the only glow visible above the clouds, but once it goes down, the lights will come on, then we will be forced to carry on without air and without light.
I'm more at peace now that the world has fallen, I have more time to enjoy the beauty of nature then I ever have. It is very difficult to see in the nights now, but the moon and stars light our way. I am 16 and I have been hunting for food for most of my life, and it was a skill I learned quickly.
Even though the ground was covered with ash, there was always a way to find fresh game, if you know where to look.
When I was 14, they began burning the bodies. The air was black with ash, so they didn't have much of a choice, but it doesn't make much sense. There was no spaces large enough to contain the bodies. The government was no longer in charge, the people have become unorganized, but sovereign. We all have years of experience in the world, but we are all scared, no one is ready to take charge.
There is too much pain in the world and there is nothing that will probably stop the pain. The world is covered in ash, but it makes me think of snow, a thought that exists only in dreams.
There was a burial site near the building that was once my home. It was a small piece of land where most of the black cubes were buried. My dad did not want anyone to bury him there. There were some empty land not far from the old building, and he made me promise to bury him no matter where I moved to.
The family was wise enough to find something to drink in the huge jugs. They put the dead out in the field, not far from the burial site, so his pack wouldn't get heavy and so we would be safe from them. After the sun set and we were able to sleep, we were all too worn out and exhausted to do anything. We knew the next day would bring the threat of the men.
Stop. I don't want to do this anymore. This was an unnecessary thing to write. I'm no longer 16, but I'm still okay, still alive, still in the same state (the world has not really changed that much). My family was wise enough to bury my father in the far corner of the burial site, in a huge black cube.
I buried my mother next to him, in the same coffin where I was told he joined her. These are the remains of my immediate family, I also have a brother who is 15 years old and a sister who is 7.
My dear brother has been with me since I was born and I have grown up with him. He loves to pick flowers and wait for the deer to come to our larder. We got to eat the deer sometimes and it is the only source of food we have. My brother dreams of going to the mountains and hunt with the rest of the men. He doesn't like staying in the city, but it is the only place we can find resources.
Most of the world had been covered in ash, the world is beginning to change. I only see two years left at the most, and if I can, I want to be with the rest of my family. We are always moving from place to place, trying to find a place to stay.
My sister used to be so innocent and sweet, but now she has become a strong 15 year old. She wears my father's leather jacket and always wears his gun on her person.
The mountain is where I want to be. It is too dangerous to go there, but I have always thought of it as a dream. Some day I will be able to see the mountains and go there and say goodbye to my family. I have until I'm 16 to make this dream a reality. I want my family to be there when I get to the mountain.
The night was silent and the ash covered sky was bright. It was a night that was full of blessings, peace and rain. The sky was so full of moonlight that it almost glowed. The land beneath my feet was wet with the rain and the stars looked so bright and alive. My little sister had been happy to see the rain falling from the sky.
She said that was when she was a little girl, it meant that it was going to be a good day and that there wouldn't be pain tomorrow. With the moon and rain, it is the best time to be a child, the only time I am happy. I will never forget the scene of my little sister in the moonlight with a wide smile on her face.
The world was changing right in front of my eyes. The days were warm enough to be in the sun, but the nights were cold enough to make us stay in the house. The only thing that satisfied us were the berries we found in the surrounding woods. The trees are not lush and beautiful, but they produce so many things I have never even seen before.
The songbirds are the most beautiful things in the deep forest, but it is also home to dangerous animals and most of the land is either in ruin or a wasteland. People in the city don't know what is outside their homes, they don't know the world where I have lived. I have seen animals I have never seen before, and I assumed there were even more things I have never seen.
Over the last few months, my family had come up with the most important discovery in recent history. The animals that ate humans were able to reproduce with each other, but not with humans.
