Chapter 4
He stood at the edge of the town, watching as the water receded, but not as far back as it once was. No, the ocean would never be like it was before. He would always have to live in fear of it coming back. Those dark waves engulfing him, drowning him, almost killing him. Yet, he had lived. He certainly did not know how, but he did know he was here now. The graveyard was filled with a few inches of water, and beyond that, the ocean stretched out into the infinity.
Who knew if Europe was still there, if other nations were still alive, but he could only hope. He was alone here now, in the mud and the death. Here, in the graveyard, where the body of a man lay resting, a man a dear friend of his had once been very close to, and sacrificed so much for. A man named Davie.
"You're lucky, Davie, that you lived well before this, that you lived in the prime time for humanity. You're lucky you lived a rightful life and died when you should have. You're lucky to have found such an amazing friend in America, in- Well, you're lucky, and for that, you are much more awesome than any of us nations could ever be," the man's voice broke, and he let out a sob.
But, somewhere inside him, he could tell he was not alone. He knew someone was beside him, smiling, even if he couldn't see him.
"Davie?" the man guessed, and he smiled. "Thank you."
