Surviving the Apocalypse

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Ian sighed as he watched the cauldron bubble with stew. It was the second meal he’d had in days, yet it felt so wrong. Lying beside him was the corpse of a woman. It was missing a leg and had pieces of flesh torn off. He stirred the pot with a femur bone and sat back down. He told himself, “I have to do this. She was dead when I found her and there’s nothing to eat. God, please forgive me.” He suddenly froze as he heard shouting in the distance. He crawled to the top of a rock and saw fellow humans dragging women in chains. A man carrying a rifle laughed as another smacked one of the women into the ground. Ian ducked down as one of the slavers looked up and called out to his group, “There’s smoke up there. I think we’ve got a friend!” Ian packed threw the cauldron to the ground and tossed items into his sleeping bag. He ran into the trees. He could hear the slavers chasing him but they were slow from the the resistance of the slaves. He stumbled down a hill and fell with his head rest just off a cliff. Ian scrambled to his feet and looked around. There was no way he could escape. The men were close behind him and he would be seen if he ran in any direction. Ian looked over the ledge and sighed. He whispered, “This is my punishment for what I’ve done. I can’t save those women and I already ate pieces of that corpse.” He stood with his back to the edge and declared, “God, please let me see these monsters again in Hell.” The slavers reached the hill and stopped. Ian whispered, “This is what I deserve.” He fell backward off the cliff and rocketed to the ground.

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