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'Cause the Child Rose as Life.  by Sixella

She stood in line, hands in her pockets and feet growing numb from standing still for so long. It seemed as if she hadn't been moving forward at all and by this point her throat burned dry. Everyone in front and behind her stood in line like zombies, transfixed with the thought of water. The only thing keeping each of them from ripping each other apart for the water pump were the armed guards at either side of the line.   

 Lae lived in a "Preserved Camp", one of the twenty still left in the world as far as she knew. The Preservers located any last survivors, like Lae had been, bunched them up into protected villages and let them start a knew life. A life of waiting in lines for food and water, being constantly monitored and having regular Savages attacks. But it was a life. Being born into a village she knew nothing of the outside world but she imagined this life was better then what any un-found survivors were experiencing.

 Finally, she thought, as the man handing out water passed her a single bottle. That would last her for the day. She figured her camp was growing low on supplies. It wasn't but three months ago that they were given two waters a day. Lae uncapped the bottle and brought the warmed plastic to her lips. The water was hot from the sun but calmed her throat as it slid down the back of her mouth. She was careful and fighting her temptation to finish the whole bottle, twisted the cap back on.

 Outside the large, concrete barrier walls lay hot, red sand that covered the earths surface like a mask. Trees were known in only what little books were left. They were described as beautiful things, with long, green arms that sprung even greener petals. Lae longed to glimpse this extraordinary creature. She longer to feel the touch of grass amongst her fingers and to smell all the colourful perfumes that she read about in her paperbacks. She hated the harsh heat and grainy feel of this desert earth. Everything smelt of dirt and rock. There was no grey anymore, there was only black and white. There was only what was and what wasn't. And Lae, looking as the beams of sunlight danced off of the old tin cans scattered amongst her camp, longed for more.

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  ''Cause the Child Rose as Life.' statistics: (click to read)
Date created: Jan. 2, 2011
Date published: Jan. 2, 2011
Comments: 0
Tags: camps, dead, end, of, post-apocalypse, salvation, the, world
Word Count: 451
Times Read: 388
Story Length: 2
Children Rank: 0.0/5.0 (1 votes)