5/5/25 - Fields
The neverending green is a beautiful thing to see first thing in the morning, but then I remember what it means. Same as yesterday, same as last month, there's no one for miles and all I've got is a flask of water and a few uneaten bits of freeze-dried junk food. I'm not really sure when I last saw a town. A real one, anyway. A couple days back I passed another "burn." I looked around, but not much survived other than this powdered space man shit that I've been living on since.
All told, though, I should be okay on food for awhile. The burns come up every now and then, and when they don't, I have enough bullets to catch about three months worth. Most of the livestock didn't fare so well, but there's plenty of rabbits in the open fields.
It's not like I'm mad at my situation, either. I made this mess. Sure, I could blame it on that other green- the green that chimes, the green that feeds, the green that controlled everything. Maybe that was a little bit of it. Or maybe it was the idea that the world would be a better place. Maybe it is.
Mostly, though, I think it was all because of that ham sandwich.
All told, though, I should be okay on food for awhile. The burns come up every now and then, and when they don't, I have enough bullets to catch about three months worth. Most of the livestock didn't fare so well, but there's plenty of rabbits in the open fields.
It's not like I'm mad at my situation, either. I made this mess. Sure, I could blame it on that other green- the green that chimes, the green that feeds, the green that controlled everything. Maybe that was a little bit of it. Or maybe it was the idea that the world would be a better place. Maybe it is.
Mostly, though, I think it was all because of that ham sandwich.