By Nate Ealy
There used to be something here. I don’t know what it was, exactly, but it was a thing. Now, there’s just nothing. And that’s the way I like it. The plague killed most people off, then the survivors killed each other, and now I’m all alone. Sure, there’s some animals around to keep me company, but I’m all by myself.
Some days I miss the old thing, though. The way people moved about and carried on their lives. It wasn’t so quiet then. See, I think this old something was once called civilization, but I can’t quite remember.