⥼Evergreen⥽_Tough As Nails_Don't Pause, Repeat_The Restart
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⥼Evergreen⥽
⥼2050⥽ I walk around in my boots, my legs scruff the dirt. I stuff my hands in my pockets as the cold air blows my skin. “Its been almost 23 years since that day.” I whisper to myself. “Yeah.” Mark says as he walks up behind me. We walk silently in the world that is not as it once was. There is dirt for miles, yet no plants have grown. There are a few trees but that's all there is…a few. We would grow them back but…all the seeds we put in the ground never seem to grow. They just die off. We have lots of storage for food since we knew this day would come. There are not as much houses as there u...
Tough As Nails
“That’s the thing about this city,” Grandpa says, polishing off his third Pilsner since we sat down at the pub around the block from my tiny dormitory. “An’ every other city. Makes people soft.”Part-time rigger and full-time rancher, Grandpa is the definition of a roughneck. His stocky frame is wrapped in solid cowboy muscle. His blue eyes are bright and sharp under the rim of his tattered ball cap. His face is like leather, weathered by too many winters atop oil rigs in the unforgiving cold and unrelenting wind in the country’s harshest, most remote tundra.“Don’t worry Grandpa,” I respond. “W...
Don't Pause, Repeat
I know what day it is. I know it is today. I know it is today because the sun has risen, and I know it must be summer, because the sun has risen early. At least I think it has risen early. I don’t have a clock, as well as not having a calendar. I seem to remember that I tried to resurrect half forgotten skills that I had let fade into barely cogent memories and improvise some means of telling www.onedoor.ccthe time and the date with items that cast shadows and marks on a sheet of paper. I wish I had kept it up, but there seemed to be no point to it, and I don’t think it was ever especially efficient or accu...
The Restart
The Restart All I knew was darkness. With just a peak of sunlight coming through our bunker underground the only light in my life was the candles we lit every other day. Only one candle every other day because we never knew when we would get out of this place. We weren’t allowed to leave this bunker because there was something blocking the entrance so none of us could ever leave. It's unfortunate that the last time I saw the real world was when I was two weeks old. However, for the first time in my 15 years of life I was excited to say, “WHEN CAN WE LEAVE?” I said with more passion than my par...