I never really thought I would ever recognize a friendly familiar face from the past. When it was starting to feel like Swift and I were the only people left alive, he came upon us. It was like a demon from the sky. When I woke up, I found him sitting across from where I lay taking a look at the guns. He was impressed, and without even looking at me he said, “I know there’s no way in hell that you are able to keep a gun in such good shape. What’s the name of that one?” He pointed towards Swift who was still taking a nap with the gun, in the most nonthreatening way that he could manage. I wasn’t sure if what I was seeing was real or not. Could this really be Greg?
He laughed and made a remark of the confusion on my face. He must be real.
I moved to wake Swift up and asked him if he could see a guy. He looked at me groggily and slightly annoyed and told me that I was still a girl, and haven’t really changed since he fell asleep only a couple of minutes ago. I pointed across from us. “Who the fuck is this guy?”
We all sat around the fire, we were too tired to move on in any direction because our naps ere cut short. I’ve missed Greg. It’s been a really long time since I saw him. I asked him if he had come across any people, any living people and he said no. It’s not like we ever liked people to begin with anyways. He handed me a bottle of rum claiming that it was for my birthday. Nobody ever knows their birthday in the Wasteland. We just assume that the cooling is the end of the year and we just add on to the last age we remember being. It’s only warming.
I sat down and took a look at the bottle and then back at him. I reached into my pockets and threw a large handful of caps in his direction. This should cover the cost of mine and let him get something for himself. I guess this was my present to him. I passed the bottle around the campfire and all three of us were amazed at how strong the drink was. Swift took a sip and his face lit up. It makes things less bland.
In the morning we gathered our things and parted ways with Greg, I held on to him for a little wishing that maybe sometime soon, we would meet again. And then I let go of the only man I have ever loved.
It’s not the time to get attached.
We came across a town and LO AND BEHOLD. I could hear their annoying voices chatter. I instantly regretted the fact that we have actually came across civilization, it was good when it was just down to us three. Rabies was slightly more vicious around all of these people. He felt the same way I did. I didn’t know what came over me but I quickly found a place to hang out for a little while after buying around a dozen bottles of a wide variety of drinks. I think that more people I’m around, the less I want to be around them.
Intoxication doesn’t come easy with these cheap useless drinks though. Every single minute makes me question hy I even worried or wondered about where the rest of humanity went.
I don’t think I could say much for humanity. If I could even associate myself with those arrogant assholes. I used to hear a bunch of different stories over the years, told on the outskirts of towns by the old to the young. People sound as though they were saints back then. Giving these children false hopes about what is really out there in the world. I wish I stayed in one place long enough to see the look on their faces when they finally realize that what they see, is exactly what they get. It would have been a good laugh, but I have better things to do. Actually I don’t, but I care even less.
I didn’t get plastered like I wanted to be, but I do think that the drinks had some Dreamer in them. I can feel it. Maybe I do like the people that sold me this shit.