Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-25974603-20160217225412

It had been so long ago when the bombs dropped and the Earth was left in ruin. But the memory still felt fresh in his mind.

Millions of people were killed. Some of his closest friends were gone forever. And there was nothing he could do about it. He wasn’t able to save them.

And he feels like garbage. Total, utter garbage. Why was he spared instead of the others? It’s not like he especially cared if he lived or died. Why, why, why? What did he do to deserve losing the ones that were close to him?

I guess it’s just my bad luck.

Pulling a water bottle out of his pocket, he twisted the cap open and chugged some water. I’ve still got a long way to go. He was on a journey to find a settlement, which is said to be very well-guarded and like a paradise to its inhabitants.

Daniel wanted to settle down, to live the rest of his life in peace. But with each passing day, he was starting to become less and less confident that he would ever reach the place. He didn’t exactly feel like dying alone in the middle of nowhere. And to make matters worse, his supplies were slowly diminishing.

But still, he was determined to reach his goal. ''I will make it there. No matter what it takes.''

With newfound confidence, he continued on walking.

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(yeah this was kinda half-assed and not as good as graveyard shift so i apologize)  