(A little departure for me. I hope you like it. -beez)


The Walker.

I wouldn't have made it if Jake hadn't have given me that bottle of antibiotics. But even with those in my system, I was a week behind my squad. The injury to my leg wasn't bad, it just meant I had to walk slower.
I got to see more.
Lucky me.

I remember one of the guys saying that it'd be thirteen years since they flew those planes in the towers. The others just laughed at him. I guess, looking back, it seems kind of small now.

More walking. Endless walking. The war had taken it's toll on the landscape. Burnt land. Dead land. Empty land. I came across a family. Locals. They didn't bother waiting for starvation to take hold. Inside a car they all sat, holding each other. The hose still was attached to the tailpipe.
I didn't look any further.

The third day I came across a laughing man. His burns were common. The flash pattern of a nuclear tanning salon etched his skin. I threw him an MRE. He drooled and laughed and laughed.
I didn't get the joke.

On the fourth day I came into a small town. Apparently the earthquakes had caused the nearby river to alter its course. People lay half in, half out of the sun-baked clay. They were bas-reliefs out of a nightmare. Odd how you notice some things. I miss the flies. Last ones I heard of were down south. Maybe Australia still had a few. Looks like we outlasted the cockroaches also.

Day five I started laughing. Just laughing. I got turned around and when I realised that I was walking back towards the laughing man I stopped.
I walk because I don't have anything else left to do.

Day six and I spent it all yelling at God. Religion started this war, now the only true casualty was God and his children. Once the bombing started, it just seemed like we had reached the point of no return and kept on going and going.
Like me. I just keep on walking.

Day seven. I caught up with my squad. To a man they all ate a bullet. they had just stopped in the middle of the road in the middle of nowhere and decided to die. I grabbed some MRE's and their water and left.
I didn't bother saying a prayer. Who'd listen?

Day eight I came across a road sign. Denver, Colorado. Population zero. Someone must have had a sense of humour to the very end. I didn't bother laughing.

I've lost count of the days now. I've lost count of the months since I've eaten, since I've had to take a drink. All I do is walk now. I remember passing Denver, walking to the coast. Turning around and walking back east. I passed the laughing man a while back. He's not laughing anymore. I know my fate now. My destiny. I'm to walk the earth. Forever. Bearing silent witness to the last of mans folly. I'm the collective memory of Man.

I walk because I have nothing better to do.

Off to an early start, aye?

As always, a very descriptive offering from a very talented writer. Heck, SnF.

A bit brief, but satisfying from beginning to end.

Originally posted by Druid42
Off to an early start, aye?

As always, a very descriptive offering from a very talented writer. Heck, SnF.

A bit brief, but satisfying from beginning to end.

Thanks as always. I always look forward to your comments. I just didn't know when to finish it. The horrors and madness we inflict on each other could fill libraries..

Then it'll be a busy month writing.

I'm working on something dark myself.

Originally posted by Druid42
Then it'll be a busy month writing.

I'm working on something dark myself.

Bring it! The writers here are a part of my reading staple.

S&F

Nice little story, although I didn't expect this, from you.

Shocking, your darker side.

Originally posted by sonnny1
S&F

Nice little story, although I didn't expect this, from you.

Shocking, your darker side.

Thank you. Yeah, I decided to stretch the limits a bit. I've always had a dark side, just not THAT dark!

Very nice beezzer! I always enjoy your writing, whether it is "dark" or not.

I certainly hope that this won't be your only entry!

Originally posted by ThreeSistersofLoveandLigh
Very nice beezzer! I always enjoy your writing, whether it is "dark" or not.

I certainly hope that this won't be your only entry!

I was actually pondering a lighter tale, am still "fleshing it out".

Thnks for taking the time though.

very powerful Beez.......

Originally posted by MountainLaurel
very powerful Beez.......

Thank you ma'am. Thanks for reading it.

Very interesting story and captivating in the same time.

I hope I will have the opportunity to post mine.

Will be called "14"

Originally posted by Thefourthsignofthediamond
Very interesting story and captivating in the same time.

I hope I will have the opportunity to post mine.

Will be called "14"

Looking forward to reading it.

Crying bunny/laughing man -- the perfect literary combo. Great read, Beezer!

I think it's good for us to occasionally express our dark sides. Anyone who says they don't have one is full of hoo-hoo.

Originally posted by graceunderpressure
Crying bunny/laughing man -- the perfect literary combo. Great read, Beezer!

I think it's good for us to occasionally express our dark sides. Anyone who says they don't have one is full of hoo-hoo.

Agreed! Thank you for reading it.

Evocative. I can feel the hollowness, the being beyond despair.