A Dangerous Spring Morning
I awoke with the first rays of sun as always, with the harsh rays of dawn pouring through the boards that blocked up our windows and falling like daggers against my sleep deprived eyelids. It was routine for me - for some reason I always jolted awake. Emily stood shift tonight, and when I came out from the kitchen looking half-dead I knew she could sympathize with me, but she wasn’t stupid enough to say anything; she just handed me the Ruger and went to get what sleep she could while I took my turn at watch. Looking out the window, it was easy to believe a year had passed now; hardly anything really looked like civilization anymore. Even when it had all been burnt and rubble, it was still easy to believe we would come back and rebuild when it was all over; now with the warm weather returning with the New Year, the forest had reclaimed much of the land, and it was easier to believe that it would never be over. We only had a week’s worth of food left and two guns. Emily and Joel would be better off if without me; I was just another mouth to feed. With a strange sense of calm, I looked down at the gun in my hand. But I knew I couldn’t waste the bullet.
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