Steve had had enough. The world kept him prisoner for years.
The sweet nostalgia hit him. Playing back a favourite moment.
He sat there, as a young lad. There was a crisp fire going. Beautiful green pine trees let small beams of the setting sun, glisten on the back of his neck.
He hadn't a care in the world, sitting there, with his best friends. Sounds of casual laughter and birds chirping in the distance.
Steve recreated the scene, rounding up his friends. He tried his best to forget what happened next, however, the rotting corpses were a big reminder.
Ricky Moore over 4 years ago
Haha that's definitely the one silver lining I suppose!