Up a Mountain

I had been carrying the body of my friend for days. When I began, Olivia was still breathing. Now, I wasn’t so sure. But I kept on walking, and I didn’t want to put her down.

We’d left the wreckage eleven days ago. We were among a large group of survivors then. At least fifty of us banded together to share food and resources. There was a very nice old man who’d helped me tape my glasses back together. I wouldn’t have been able to go on for too much longer without them.

Behind us, Boston was up in smoke. At night, you could still see the fires burning. And there were rumors more bombs were coming. We had to keep moving. We had to get as far away from the city as we could and find somewhere underground to take shelter until…

Well, until it was safe. Whenever that would be.

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