A peppy guide on the train tells us every detail we never wanted to know as we pass certain landmarks of the war or the rebuild program. I was too young to remember much of the war, but I remember my parents dying in it and the same explosion scarring my face.
They turn a blind eye to convictions. They devour each other. Without the wars, we would’ve just continued lying to one another. In my opinion the chemicals just revealed our true nature.
I stand under the only solar powered light that hasn’t died yet. My rendezvous with Perry always occurs at this spot but at random times and intervals. Otherwise, taker scouts might follow us.
We live nestled into the safety of the mountains. My little brother and I have never seen the world outside of our cove, but Mom says there’s no reason to care about what’s out there anyway.
I can never go back to the city, but my mind is still encased in its mortar, my heart pumping to its fast paced rhythm. However, out here, living in the hills, my lungs can breathe. I had never realized how hard it was to breathe before.