Rage and Hope

I am hungry, tired and weak. There is just pestilence, destruction and a depressing atmosphere all around. What used to be great cities are now a faint, ignominious debacle of a great existence. Who we were, we are no more. This is now just terrifying. I would have never figured this is what the NWO (New World Order) would look like.

As I take every step the pain in my leg gets worse, that Tornado from a month and a half ago is still cashing in on the bruises it left on my already battered body. I remember running from it, trying to find refuge, with no idea what to do. A building, a house, a car... they would have provided no safe guard. But a manhole, a direct access to a rat infested underground sewer system, provided the protection I needed, not without also providing many battle scars. The debris that was sucked out and dropped in left me with little movement and a whole lot of pain for weeks.

I am now able to scavenge and move around again, albeit slowly and precariously. That's when I spotted something, is it really? I could not believe my eyes. I knew that shirt.... yes, that shirt! Or is it just a regular shirt? I hunched behind a car and watched as that person came out of an abandoned building, is it really possible? She took that shirt with her on all of her trips, she said she wanted something to remind her of me! I thought it was funny, but romantic. She took it on this last trip too. I looked closely, yes it is my shirt. But, it is not her. Who the fuck is him?!?!

Ignoring my pain and body limitations I stealthily approach this person. When I am right behind him, he turns, but no sooner than that he receives a right fist to the face. While dazed but facing me I grab behind his head with both of my hands, pull down with force and drive his nose right into my knee!

- Where did you get that shirt? - I asked.
- Who are you, I am sorry! - He replied, while spitting blood and looking disoriented.
- Where did you get it? - I asked again, with fire raging in my eyes!

A bit less surprised he looked up at me and with a sinister laugh he babbled back....
- Fuck you! She is gone.....

The rest of what happened is just a blur... I remember hearing begging, snorting sounds, scuffles, gasps ... and after a while nothing! Silence again... That is when I noticed my hands still around his neck!

I left him there, my first kill! I took the shirt, MY Shirt, Our Shirt! And moved on!

After just a few steps I wondered: What to do now? As somebody once said: Having purpose is essential to the will to live. And my purpose, seems to be gone!

I dropped to my knees and looked up at my surroundings, tears rolling down my cheeks. I was contemplating taking my mask off, and just laying and staring up to the dirty contaminated skies... and it was then I saw it. Is it really possible? Is it really there? There is Hope!

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This will be a series of composites that will span over several weeks.
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