These are critical times my friends,
truth be told this was what we have been afraid of..
the sky casted a dull gloom as the thick air , reeking of the mangled corpses of our dreams ,
started to choke us.
"the walls are moving in on us...."
"think javin think...
what on earth did you do the last time the world felt as if it was collapsing on you?"
Tiny spheres of sweat burned down my bruised arms...
" Not exactly the kind of eden you were planning for now is it?"
the now close to boiling beads of sweat felt like molten iron...
drip... drip.. drip...
they fall from my face...
my courageous facade tumbles like a house of cards under a crippling storm...
so hence doomsday.....
"what is that?"
who .. what.. when.. where.. why.. how?
a perfectly still being crouched down amongst the pile of debris and twisted carcasses
she looked up at me ...
surprised.... that should probably be the last thing to find in her eyes...
what else would a little girl like her be thinking of a group of 15 strong, gruffy men like us holding weapons that could kill anything within a 5 mile radius.
i walked up to her ,lowered my rifle....
in that same instant she looked up at me..
crying...
all the pain and tire of my venture through the wastelands seemed to all but wash away...
in that instant, my enemies could attack me ..
i wouldn't have known or bothered...
and that meant to me now , was keeping her safe....
safe from the zombies and the deaths
"protect her , i told myself" as i picked her up
flawless pearls fell from her eyes as she tried to hold them back
her eyes red from all the crying, still held thier beautiful onyx gem stones in place ...
so beautiful... like a freshly picked flower in spring...
yes, my friends have gone by now but i have found something
so precious i would trade all my life for...
doomsday ?
how on earth could this be doomsday ? i mocked at myself...
as i turned back towards the horde of living dead ..
for her i fight on..
for her i live on ...
i reloaded my rifle and prepared for battle...
the sky ain't so dark...
life still ain't quite as miserable...
for her......
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