One year, One year since the world went to shit, how have you survived this long? pure luck or at least that’s what you’d like to think, you’d met, lost and loved some people, but of course all comes to a end, from five groups, every time, you’d come out alive, it was stupid, and every time you met another group, it was just like another episode of a episode you know someone dies, it’s always the half way point, when everything is to good then bam…

It was a chilly fall afternoon, you tugged your jacket closer as you walked down the roads of Georgia, it’d taken a lot of walking but you made it, it was definitely not as cold but still noticeable, the baby, yes baby you found last month abandoned in a car whines softly squirming in your arms, letting out a small whimper of discomfort.

You grumble to yourself and take off your scarfs wrapping it around the baby as if a wool swaddle, keeping it warm, your bag fills heavy with baby formula and cans of food, it could maybe last another two months if you’re smart, the baby? It’s just a shitting and inhaling machine-…what was the point of learning medicine from that one chick-…uhhh…Sue again, oh right Rebuild Humanity, god dying words stick if there a first huh?