How long has it been, hmm?
Twelve, thirteen years?
Two kids, three wives. No parents.
What some might call a storied history, a deep background, or a sordid past.
Who would even want to help someone like me?
Fourteen days of this pain, stuck in this hut in the middle of suburbia. I haven’t heard anyone in this area for months. No crawlers, no sirens, no other living humans.
So this is how I die, huh? Not in conflict, not in a great last hurrah, but slowly succumbing to a bacterial infection alone in my nuclear shelter.
For fuck’s sake.
A knock?
“Who’s that?” I shout.
“Is there someone in there?” a voice returns.
“Ye--, Yeah! I need help, I need medical attention! Please, God, don’t let me die here!”
Today's prompt: deep background
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