I drew back the curtains and took one deep breath, it was dawn once again. I had slept little and had been doing so for such a long time, I couldn’t even remember the last meal that had satisfied my appetite. My eyes were tired and my bones felt numb – Was today finally the last? When the sun rises will we all be able to breathe without fear.
The summer nights were darker than ever recorded, but the mornings remained the same. Our crops were dying and the closet stores near us that sold food were beginning to look empty. Morning meetings would happen and we would all get told the number of food that’s left for us all, I think without this order and rationing we may have died of starvation a long time ago. Without our crops, we won’t even be able to harvest the basics, and with cities far away it would be suicide to venture out. – But what is left for us to do? The sick are getting sicker and are children are not growing, do we step outside our zone and head for the city. I’ve heard bad things and what might happen to most of us, we would be checked for infection and either spared to live in a colony or shot dead on the spot. You can see fire and smoke in the distance, we used to wonder about it until we had such bad winds so fierce that it blew the scent of burning flesh into our little town. Our once precious sanctuary, that’s now protected by farmers and boys with guns – Fences that only give us so much land to live but it protects us. We have a perimeter and rules, even a curfew just so we can keep living. But it’s not living, is it? It’s surviving and that to me isn’t happiness. It’s a sad fucking way to go…..
Now that July has come to an end, I feel that it won’t just be us surviving but fighting to do so. This might just be the last July I’ll ever see.
Good bye July, til we meet again.