Re-Surfacing
Before you read this, I recommend that you read all of the other parts of the story so this one makes sense.
Being on the surface was nice, it felt good to be back up on land breathing fresh air. It was refreshing after being cooped up underground for so long. We trekked back to the village, to find it in ruins. Nothing was left. All that remained were the memories of the former glory it had once known, and the place it used to be. There was nothing salvageable. The cyborgs were only visible on the far horizon, leaving satisfied. But no, the small amount of people that was left had survived, just barely.
I walked back to our small plot of land, the place where I had grown up. All I could find was the burned collapsed fence marking off our space from the rest of the world. Everyone had gone off to their former living spaces to mourn the many losses. Everyone had lost someone, only a few people were lucky enough to be reunited with anyone, family or friend. After spending time mourning the loss of my family and house, I got up and just thought, It's time to move on, trying not to think about it too much. Trying to console the irreversible wound my heart felt.
We met again at the edge of town, all having paid our respects to whomever it was necessary. It must have been a sad sight. A rag tag group of about 20 or so people, all shuddering from what happened. We started to walk away, letting the dust blow in the wind off of the ruins, trying to let our hearts settle. Suddenly I broke away from the mass of people, and ran back to our small piece of land. I picked up a small chunk of the burnt fence, and ran back to the group, carrying it with me.
Who knows? Maybe the fence will be the start to repairing the hole in my heart.
Nicely done! A great ending to a great story!
ReplyDeleteHow did they escape? I must have missed it, what a great finally for a story! Nice slice!
ReplyDeleteIt would be cool to see a follow up story to this if they repaired the world partly!
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