Giving Up Nameless

this is very dark, so heads up.


It's been two years ever since the disease went global. It's been years, and there's only three left. We were running short of food and our only only defense was one bullet in the chamber of my grandfather's pistol. I wasn't going to make to the age of twenty before I'd cough up dust and blood, or be torn apart by those. creatures. We walked 11 miles a day salvaging food, seeking refuge, looking for different colors besides the color gray. The calm, nice blue sky and tall green grass were only memories, the memories were ecstasy. Resting on the thin blanket in a cold, empty, abandon building, every night was torture, I was alone with my own thoughts.
     Little did I know there would soon be two of us left. I look at him to see the gun in his mouth with tears running down his cheeks, coward. All I could say was death is a luxury in times like these, he looked up at the lifeless sky and pulled the trigger. There was no time to show remorse, this world is too unforgiving. We walk only 2 minutes before we're graciously invited by someone who owns a refugee camp. At that very moment I learned time was more unforgiving than the world we live in.