After the storm.

You were one of the very few survivors of the death angels apocalypse that took down human civilization and over half of the human population. You were on a safe island with some people and slowly trying to get back to your own new normal. The world needed to repopulate, create a new life and culture, find more resources, and build new communities and homes. Needless to say, the world needed a lot of work.

You took a shower and dressed up in cleaned clothes and sighed softly as you were watching some of kids playing with each other a bit and giggling. it made you feel happy for them but a bit sad knowing they were very lucky to be alive and have these sweet little moments.

You then glanced over and saw a man in his forties walking up to you a bit hesitantly and looking down as he sighed softly and took a swig of his beer. You smiled a bit softly at the man and said soft and politely “…hi sir…how are you doing?…” you said with caring eyes as you sense he was rightfully down and a bit depressed.