I was so damn cold. It was Summer, but felt like Winter. Any structure that could surround me was gone and blankets were mainly ashes. It seemed like a Nuclear Explosion hit and I was the only cockroach who didn't wake up.
For one moment I was happy to be alone, yet that feeling left very quickly.
What the hell was going on?
Things play out differently in your head than in real-life, but this was just insane. I didn't understand a damn thing and all the poetry, religion, and cliches in the world couldn't make up for the fact that I was staring down a desert once known as a city. I was staring down a city once known as a desert. I was staring down a memory once known as shared with other people, humans. And now ... there was nothing.
For the better part of 34 years, I thought survival was a pretty damn good thing to live and act on. But now, it was nothing more than me wanting to join them ... wherever they shall now roam.
And as I crawled through to my thirst of peace, I met a man younger than me. He was still alive too. His name, Gunther, my reaction, ... I puked on his chest before crying myself to sleep.
I was weaker than I thought. If this were a test, a B-average would no longer do.
I missed everybody I ever knew. I missed going to the store, taking a shit at a public restroom and knowing someone else would have to clean up the mess ... and I especially missed a warm blanket and soul beside me.
Wasn't sure if this was purgatory or just a sales meeting gone wrong at Enron, but I was none to happy awaking with a bad case of jock-itch in a strange and new land.
My head fell to my hands. I decided right then and there to at least start trying to communicate with this Gunther Character I had internally scolded before he ever existed. It seemed to me that he was my only option home ...
and HOME would turn out to be a different place than I was ever used too.