I could never imagine how to survive like my younger brother. I'd feel trapped; Isolated and alone in my own little world. That's why I've been taking care of him for a while now. I've lost count after 2 years. But I don't mind. I couldn't imagine being alone. The prospect of it is terrifying.
His company and existence is the only thing that drives me to keep moving. First rule of surviving out here—keep moving. Avoid using leaves and grass, as they produce a lot of smoke and not a lot of fire. Avoid all human contact. Wash as thoroughly and often as possible. Dispose of waste properly. Try not to get sick. Go into towns or urban areas as little as possible. Suburbs may look safer, but they aren't. Deny yourself the liberty of contacting any loved ones.
We've had to forage for food. It's hard, trying to hunt. Especially when there are people out there hunting for the same animal as you, or even worse, yourself. I've had to kill a man. It wasn't my fault; he would've brought us to the city. We would've been separated. Who knows what would've happened to me and my brother. My brother didn't hear or see it. I'm glad.
It's hard being on the run from the police.
--Jon
REALLY short story today. I wanted it to sound post-apocalyptic at first, but it's really not. I just wanted to write something today.
sounds like The Road and a virus wrapped into one tasty bundle :D
ReplyDeleteSounds like it
ReplyDeletebut he's just running from the police with his younger brother (who is deaf-blind) because he killed someone. He's just hiding out in the woods :D