Fleeing the Apocalypse
Can you outrun the apocalypse? We thought we'd try.
We stayed off the log-jammed roads, and rode bikes through silent, empty woods. Until the quarantine bit tight and we abandoned the land.
We swam through the muddy river water until exhausted, then floated and let the river take us. Diving deep at bridges. Digging under nets that tried to stop us. Out onto the coast.
Along the country's edge, passing hulks of ships overcrowded with dead. Searching for a vessel to carry us, and finding it locked away and remote, and so perfect we cried.
Into the ocean. Into the wild sea. The only place we know to be safe. Learning how to live a new life.
We stayed off the log-jammed roads, and rode bikes through silent, empty woods. Until the quarantine bit tight and we abandoned the land.
We swam through the muddy river water until exhausted, then floated and let the river take us. Diving deep at bridges. Digging under nets that tried to stop us. Out onto the coast.
Along the country's edge, passing hulks of ships overcrowded with dead. Searching for a vessel to carry us, and finding it locked away and remote, and so perfect we cried.
Into the ocean. Into the wild sea. The only place we know to be safe. Learning how to live a new life.
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