Sarah Totman

The locket of the days after!

December 25th, 2030, Christmas Day. I was sitting in the living room of an old cabin on the outskirts of Albany in the Adirondack mountains. In the living room with me are Chan and Atiya. I rescued them from being eaten by the infected. I choose not to say the actual term due to the fact that it scares them and they are six and eight years old. Chan is eight and Atiya is six. Today marks the first official year of the post-apocalyptic era. I can not believe that it has been a year since the government or what is left of it ended the apocalypses, or that it has been a year and a half since these kids came into my life, nor that it has been six years since I have seen him. I look down at my hands and see the silver heart-shaped locket that Alexander gave me.