• The sky seems so open now that I'm alone. It's been five years since the deaths of my parents. I wish deeply to see them again but I know that is impossible so I will stay under the star lit sky untill I find a reason to stand.I stare at the burned trees and the scared earth rembering the war. Though the earth was distroied completly save a weed or two scatered here and there I live on, moveing from shatered road to broken path, looking for any sighns of life besides the many mutated insects and ravenous animals, who, might I add, are not good company to keep... I have an old pistol I took from a skeliton with only five bullets, and have many times thought of useing one. This life is hell. I sit alone, freezeing, hungry, dehydrated, only to look forward to the next beast I kill for his meat. I am beggining to turn into an animal. I lick my lips with a dry tounge and hold my stomach knowing I am to die. The pistol seems to be my only friend as I rase it to my head. I tighten my grip on the trigger knowing I wont chicken out this time. As I squeeze just a little more I hear a voice in the distance scream for me to stop. I close my eyes and in a split second rase the pistol into the air and empty the chamber. The person who screamed scrambles up the hill and grabs my hands giving me a bottle of water. I glance at him and drink deeply before falling onto the ground. I dont feel as close to death as I had a minuet ago but the blast of the pistol was sure to call every beast from five miles. I am feeling verry tired now but seem to look into the eyes of the kind man who stoped me from shooting myself. "I'm sorry. Run." I manage to say. I hear the beasts comming, but I don't care. I hope the stranger gets away. My eyes become heavy and the world goes black as I listen to the sound of bullets. I hope he gets away, even if I die for him."Please don't die..."