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It was a chilly afternoon, staring out at the blood red sunset, tinting the sky pink and purple.
Gazing out at the mountains shrouded in mist, the trees changing their colors, some bright and vibrant red and others a dull yellow.
The only thing that seems to keep me going. the only light in this world that has been thrown into internal darkness.
She shows me that there I still a point to existence, that there is such a thing as love and hope, in a world consumed by hatred and death.
My time spent sitting here seemed like an eternity, I began to drift off, when Roland came behind me, “It’s almost dark, we should be heading back to camp.”
He responded in accord, “Ryan, it’s been two years since she passed away, in this world it’s important to move…”
As we walked through the forest, being careful to be quiet, trying to avoid leaves and branches.
Sara loved fall, it was her favorite time of the year. She died two years ago, today… I still blame myself for it, I miss her smile. I wish she could see the leaves…
We see the dull glooming lights of fires coming from the camps center and from inside some of the buildings.
It’s already become dark in the short walk to camp.
Now the only light that shines is the dim glow of the camp.
We walk up and are immediately recognized by the sentries. We have a relatively small group, around 25 members, 14 male, 11 female. Most of the group is in their late 20’s to early 40’s. We have one woman of 54 and a man who’s 65. We have 3 young children, Aaron who’s 12, Liz and Tommy, are six, and seven. And then we have my lovely daughter, Alyx, she’s now 17, she was born soon after the virus first broke out. She looks as beautiful as her mother did at 17, her short, dark hair; she has her mother’s smile, and her deep, glowing brown eyes.
Shavo, also a close friend of mine since I was little, his long, pale face flickers in the movement of the fire. He wears a long black coat similar to mine, his long dark hair, slightly more so than mine, reaches halfway down his back, which is almost always tied back. When you talk to him you can never know what he’s thinking or feeling, even when you really know him. I know how he’s feeling by his movements the way he looks at things and what he says. But even then, he can be a mystery at times. I sat down next to him as I watched Enid put more wood in the fire. Her dark blond red highlighted hair put into a ponytail. Dangling from her neck was a chain I have never seen her without holding two key shaped pendants, one white and one black. Her dirty t-shirt and jeans were very contrasting to her caring personality. She is a good leader at heart, but has been discouraged from it since high school. Sometimes she’s very day dreamy and scatterbrained but when it gets down to it she’s reliable in a pinch. Enid turns to me with those blue eyes and says,
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