Drabble: Back to Basics

Back to Basics

The wind rustles through the empty plain. Only a few years without maintainance, and the asphalt of the interstate is already crumbled, giving way to the grass. The wheels are gone, the feet nearly so, the hooves returning.

Who knows why some were left behind, that strange morning when so the people disappeared? We wander the plains, hunt the antelope and buffalo that are returning to the land.

You know what? It sucks ass. I’m always hungry, and tired, and when I’m not sun-scorched I’m freezing. People thought this would be better? Fuck that, give me a 7-11.