The man feels his wife's soft touch on his shoulder. He rolls over on the ragged spring loaded bed to face her. He combs his fingers lightly through her sandy hair and kisses her forehead delicately. The wife pushes her head into his chest, and he wraps his arm around her tightly. After a few moments of silence the wife mumbled into his chest. The man asked her to repeat - she repeats it, the man pauses for a moment, looks at his wife smiles and kisses her again.
The man feels the knobby stick poking his shoulder. He rubs his eyes, stands up from the rugged ground and walks over and sits on the tree stub. Sitting in silence, the mans eyes begin to fill with tears, he wipes them from his eyes with his blood stained hands. He looks around and then looks down at his beat up hiking bag laying down on the ground. He scratches his beard, spits on the ground, stands up, walks to the bag and puts it on his back.
Fidgeting his knee, the man sitting anxiously, cannot wait any longer outside of the hospital room. He wants to barge into the room see his wife, and his new born daughter. He remember the day his wife told him of the news of their soon to be daughter. From that day on he could not wait any longer to hold this precious beauty in his hands. He could imagine it the eyes staring up at him in awe, the little hands clinched in a fist, and a cute little nose. The door opened and the doctor came out and waved the man in. He stood up in a hurry and walked in the the room, his wife laying there in the bed with tears in her eyes. The man starts to tear up too, walking up to her she held her in her arms. The wife handed the man the baby, the man held the baby tenderly in his arms.
Walking down the cracked blood stained road, the man knew he only had a few miles to go before he would them. The world now is lost, no law, no government, most things are destroyed, families have to fight for themselves. Food is scarce, murder is prominent. The man lost his wife and six year old daughter to a group of men. They took them from him, he knows the raped both of them, and left them to die somewhere in this dying world. The man knew no way to fight them, he had to gun, no knife, all he had was his anger and his old hikers backpack.
The man pauses in the middle of the road. He walks over to a destroyed car and sits on the hood and stares further off into the distance and sees his destination. He takes his beanie off and scratches his head. The man puts his beanie back on and stands up reaches into his pocket and feels the cold metal in there. He takes his hand out of his pocket and forges on.
The man started to walk into the rough crumbled hideout. Looking around men with guns are staring at him. The man knows he is out numbered but that does not matter, he wants them all to feel the heat of his anger. More men run out of buildings with guns pointing at him, screaming, and warning the man. The man reaches back into his pocket and pulls out the device.
The wife and daughter, tied against a chair in a building. Three men with guns in the building with the wife trying to get her to stop crying, screaming. The wife though cannot, she sees her husband out the window surrounded by weapons. The daughter back against the wife looking confused as to why the mother is crying. Then a bright light, and loud noise consumed the dying planet.
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