High Noon at July

[love_and_donuts]

[Private, unhackable]

On a sandy planet, a city was destroyed. "July" it was called. Not a soul left alive. I don't know how it happened, but I was the last one left alive. I stood amongst the rubble, a ragged brown tarp all I had to drape about me. My weak body had survived whatever blast took out the prospering capital. Everyone that I knew

Comments

[i_will_rockyou]

You're a lot less noisy than usual.

[love_and_donuts]

I do my best! Miles would get a headache otherwise.

[i_will_rockyou]

Right, then you must have a good excuse for babbling so much non-stop before now.

What'd you remember?

[love_and_donuts]

....

*much more sober voice, although his smile stays in tact* ...What difference does it make? I'd rather just not think about it.

[i_will_rockyou]

Heh. That tells me enough.

Seems like most of us are unsettled by what we've learned about ourselves.

[love_and_donuts]

...You, too?

[i_will_rockyou]

A bit. More confused than anything else, though.