The Armor and the Flame

The conscious of a boy during the apocalypse


9. Chapter 9

I awoke to her lullaby
Her hand sweeped through my hair
And she whispered my name
through her smile
Heat built in the short proximity between us
and her smile faded as her gold gleamed through my soul
and our lips erupted a fiery passion

But enough to reassure me of my resolve
Of my purpose

The Others had already awaken
Mingling amongst themselves
Feasting on the provisions of our temporary sanctuary
We joined them
and silence seemed to reclaim their lives
as my presence was noticed

Eyes looked to me for strength
Questions found me for answers
Stragglers urged me for a path

And then the door opened...

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