Jaden Fields

The Roach and the Machine

The venture of a cockroach is marred in this nuclear winter, its distance traveled dependent upon its ability to adapt over time. How it adapts is dependent upon what malicious devices nature equips it with, whether bizarre or outright frightening. One crawled over a trash can spilled out in the pathway of a junker. It was deformed and glowing, the size of a fist, walking crooked, swaying back and forth on its uncentered mass. Its shell was hard and protected its whole innards from the radiated air which dissolves matter in minutes. It made its home in ground zero, a land known as the Fire Pit.