Chapter 1 - Wandering

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The grass is long, reaching up to my knees. It is also dead. Like everything else here. There is no life. Nothing. Even water is hard to find.

I only arrived in this land, maybe 4 days ago. I crossed an ocean to get here. You know, in a boat that I found.
So far, I've worked out that this is what is left of London. I've passed wrecked castles and a broken clock tower. I have walked through a destroyed building, filled with melted wax figures. I have crossed a broken bridge. If you need anymore explanations, then you're an idiot.

Why? Why do I just wander aimlessly around the earth?
Well, what else is there to do? Besides.......

I'm looking for life.

What bugs me most, is the fact that although there is no life, there are no traces that there once was. The only skeletons that I have seen since life on earth diminished were in old museums. There are no rotting animal carcasses or bright, colorful plants. There is no buzzing sounds from insects.

Well, I haven't found any in the 5 continents that I've traveled through.

I've walked through Oceania, then through Africa, across South America and North America, and I have just began in Europe.

My feet take me across through the dead grass. I walk past broken bus stops and piles of trash.
I follow a river. Well, what's left of it. I'm assuming it's the river Thames, because I don't know of any other rivers in England.
Yeah, I'm really starting to wish that I paid more attention in Geography class.
Occasionally, I stop to rest. To eat a tiny bite of a muesli bar that I stole from a rundown super market. Or fix my worn out sneakers. Or just to question about my existence.
I continue on walking through the night. Sleep is for the weak.
I start humming to a song I can't remember. Geez, I should probably rest soon. My brain is going fuzzy.
Eventually, i find a good place to rest. It's under shelter (Just because there is no life doesn't mean it doesn't rain. Or hail. Or snow.), and it has a comfortable surface. And when I say comfortable, I mean a concrete floor that is not covered in cockroaches or wood shards.
I curl up into a ball, and sigh.
Eventually, I fall asleep.

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