Do not ask me again..."Why?"Do not ask me again... by D4rkD4wn
His mouth twisted itself into that wry grin I'd seen throughout the centuries.
"You know why, must I tell you again?" His eyes hid themselves in plain sight, taking in the view. We met as we did each decade here, where it all began. The air was dry and the moisture was being pulled from my skin forcibly by the desert wind. My face held a sour expression, I could feel it, taste it. The same expression since I had rebelled.
"It shouldn't be up to you." This was an old argument and a futile one. He wore his hair long, always long. Even when it mean derision from the cattle population at large. I followed his gaze and saw nothing. Pale sand under a pale sky, hot and desolate. Harsh, just as it had been when we first stood here, when we were many.
I had thought myself strong and clever, the one of us all who would withstand the ravages of time. I had believed in my own solidity and so had she. Her dark hair flashed in my mind's eye and I closed my real eyes in pain. Still so fresh.
I saw the first one...That's always the joke right? The Zombie apocalypse. Z Day. Marketed and laughed about by twenty somethings wearing the latest cafe press vomitus. Stockpiles of food and survival gear fly off the shelves but no one really believes it will be the undead.I saw the first one... by D4rkD4wn
Really it will be the living who do us all in. The governments and their weapons or the corporations and their bottom line. Our world will burn. Or drown. Does it really matter which? The end result will be the same. Small pockets of humanity eking out a horrifically limited existence strangely reminiscent of high school with alliances fostered and shed as quickly as summer lightning.
How superior I believed myself to be. My intelligence supported my hubris, seemingly sturdy but truly precarious. Secure as I was in my job, my car, my proficiency with spreadsheets; it was nothing. I like many of my fellow doomed species had invested heavily in the wonders of te