He shouldered the bag, looking at the crumbling city around him. He could no longer remember if it had been years, or merely days, since the world everyone knew ended. Did it really matter, though? It wasn't like the world would magically return to its former state. The life they’d all taken for granted was gone, along with most of the people who lived it.
There'd been many times, even in the past hour, that he'd wonder if it was worth it to keep going. Inevitably he'd always reached the same conclusion: Who else would shoulder on, if not him?425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8y6VKvOcUw
