Starting Over

Life as we knew it ended the day they came to town. Or at least that’s what the stories told us. The planet became nothing but a wasteland, with all sense of life disappearing into the dust.

By the time we made our way to the surface, it was all gone, except for the empty cars and buildings. Somehow, they remained in this new and dry desert world. Not that any of us could really remember. All we had was pictures, stories and the few memories Thomas shared.

Life would never be the same again, never be like in the stories. We knew that. But coming to the surface gave us up that we could rebuild; start again. Thomas had the seeds he’d managed to save, and we could only hope they would work. The air was now safe for us to breath once again, and hopefully they would work for the plants too. We had the few things we’d managed to grow underground, giving us the chance we needed to start again.

Hopefully the stories would be enough for us rebuild from. Only Thomas was old enough to remember when the world had fallen. The rest of us were but babes when they came, or not even born yet. Thomas himself was just a young child. More than 100 years has passed since a human had touched the surface. Yet here we were. Now, it was up to us to rebuild.