If this is all that's left of the world, I don't know how I can go on. The world is a war zone, a battlefield, but it's here we have to live. Terror and destruction spread across the city, death and turmoil threaten survival. But that's all we can do now, isn't it: survive. I know how to survive. I can forage for food and live in harmony with the earth. But I don't want to just survive. I want to live. It is never simple to live in a world like this, no governance by adults. I am the adult now, we are the adults now. But if we are the adults, then who are the children?
Innocence is lost, but hope is not. I'm hoping and I'm praying. This world is broken, but there is always hope, if there is a light out of the darkness.
Where is justice? I'm searching, hunting, seeking. If there is justice out in this wretched new realm, I will find it. I hunger for something. Not for food, nor money, status or influence. I hunger for love. I have felt love, prying and pulling deep inside. I have pretended to love, pretended and played a game, for that is all it is in the end. But I have felt it truly in my heart.
Love. A seed sowed in the heart that is tended and watered, becoming a blossoming seedling. That is love. But this world has too much hate, and that's why you can't love me, Amber. You have a child, a son, and your own love. I can't see that light anymore. Could you please illuminate the shadows again?
This world was a beautiful place, once. A virus made anarchy, and the green trees shied their beauty. I can still see it, though, I can. Can you still see beauty? I can make it a little easier. Take my hand, and we'll make this a place of justness. You and I.
I try to stand strong alone, a recluse in this city. But this is a lie, because I need you, and I need you more than ever. I'm not so strong; I'm no warrior, just a survivor. I crave and I want and I need. I'm a liar when it all comes down to this feeling. Because the truth is... I love you.
