Dystopian Future
Carrey found the candy-wrapper at the bottom of the can. It had already been licked, why did someone bother putting it back in the trash? made no sense. Maybe someone was watching to make fun. She peered around, which was insane she knew. Making believe felt better than absolute solitude. It was silent just another abandoned ghost city. She’d knew when someone was there; she always knew that’s how she’d made it this far. But that was a long time ago, when? No point counting time when you’re the last person on earth…maybe. She slung the pack across her back and kissed the locket, it was time to go East. Always East away from the heat try to find water try to stay alive. Three miles up the road she saw a bird. It’d be nice to have a gun but a bird meant there had to be water nearby. She hoped she wasn’t kidding herself that it wasn’t a stupid dirty puddle. It was the first anything she’d seen in weeks. It was better that way. People always wanted something. Animals, uh they’d probably all been eaten. She laughed. Thinking about her old self. That other girl who actually had pets and been to the zoo countless times. Don’t. Just don’t that’s how we get lost in the scape of yesterday. Months of that and all the dead, no reason to go there.
