I looked at the landscape, unable to miss its barren coldness; one that had been caused by the insatiable appetites of those in power.
Walking along the white stretch of road, white due to the continual fall of snow, I saw no-one, as usual.
Not that I expected to see anyone. For I’d been walking for what felt like forever, and as yet found not another soul.
Was I the only one left?
And really, what was the point if I were?
And why had I survived?