Alright wastelanders, the next part is here! Part 6 The graves were dug, all that was needed were the bodies to fill to void. Doing what I could with the un-charred wood from my former house, I managed to craft makeshift tombstones for all my family. When I had finished burying the only people I had hoped to survive the apocalypse with, I stood looking over them like their guardian angel. Reading their tombstones, my mother Gerri, next to her my father Oliver, and lastly, and the most tragic loss to me, my sister Betty. I thought of how I would go about living in the wastes in the state that I was in, and began to think about what I was to do without my family, they had always given me guidance in my life, and now… now they were gone, erased from the world, but not erased in my mind. I wondered how I could carry on my family legacy in a subtle way; in a way that they would live on with me, no one would have to know that I am what remain of my family, a freak, a walking corpse amongst the millions upon millions of the dead. I felt like I had been cursed by the Devil himself, that in that brief moment of insecurity of finding my family, he emerged from Hell just to steal my soul and curse me to wonder the wastes until the end of time. So a part 7 do you think? Tenpenny
Posted on: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 21:09:18 +0000
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