Never forget the good ol' days.
You swing the French doors wide and step out into the sunshine. You close your eyes and feel the yellow warmth kissing your face. The spring breeze carries the sweet fragrance of flowers, their vibrant colors bursting to life in the meadow before you. You inhale deeply... and start to cry.
It wasn't always like this. Not long ago, the field lay scarred and barren. The sun hung behind clouds of soot. The only breeze that blew was the dusty rattle of one's last breath. Not long ago, death was a welcome guest. How you longed now for those days of eternal winter.
Today, fruit grows on trees once again. Vegetables sprout unapologetically. Daily meals are prepared from fresh harvest, not from freeze-dried packages in plastic buckets. Nature's bounty is ripe for the picking. You gag reflexively at the thought.
"One day," you think. "One day it'll be just like it was." Until then, you'll pluck apples from branches and choke down bites of organic, free-range chicken. You're a survivor, and that's what survivors do.
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