-Said the prettiest girl in the room.
(via h-vnz)
(via h-vnz)
try harder, life.
The Man: The clocks stopped at one seventeen. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. I think it’s October but I can’t be sure. I haven’t kept a calender for years. Each day is more gray than the one before. It is cold and growing colder as the world slowly dies. No animals have survived, and all the crops are long gone. Someday all the trees in the world will fall. The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts, and gangs carrying weapons, looking for fuel and food.
The Man: Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. There has been cannibalism. Cannibalism is the great fear. Mostly I worry about food, always food. Food and the cold and our shoes. Sometimes I tell the boy old stories of courage and justice, difficult as they are to remember. All I know is the child is my warrant, and if he is not the word of God, then God never spoke.
Old Man: I knew this was coming. They were warning us.
The Boy: [they just ate two crickets after narrowly escaping from the cannibal house where people are locked in the basement until ready to be eaten] We would never eat anybody, would we?
The Man: No, of course not.
The Boy: No matter how hungry we were?
The Man: Uh nuh.
The Boy: Even if we were starving?
The Man: We’re starving now.
The Boy: Because we’re the good guys.
The Man: Yes.
The Boy: And we’re carrying the fire.
The Man: [with a very proud smile] Yes.
Old Man: I knew this was coming; this or something like it. There were warnings. Some people thought it was a con. I always believed in it.
The Man: Did you try to get ready for it?
Old Man: What would you do? Even if you knew what to do, you wouldn’t know what to do. But supposing
[chuckling]
Old Man: you were the last man alive?
The Man: How would you now that, that you were the last man alive?
Old Man: Well, I don’t guess you’d know it. You’d just *be* it.
The Man: Maybe God would know.
Old Man: God would know what… God wouldn’t know what he knows. If there is a God up there, he would have turned his back on us by now. And whoever made humanity will find no humanity here. No, sir. No, sir. So beware. Beware.
The Boy: How do I know you’re one of the good guys?
Veteran: You don’t. You’ll just have to take a shot.
The Boy: Are you carrying the fire?
Veteran: Am I what?
The Boy: Carrying the fire.
Veteran: You’re kind of weirded out, aren’t you, kid?
The Boy: Well, are you?
Veteran: Yeah. I’m carrying the fire.