Dec 7, 2019
On the way here, I came across a woman. A young mother with two children. They were some of the unlucky ones who were far enough from the blast radius to survive the fireball but… not the radiation. They were covered in tumors. Sores. Their lungs were burnt from the toxic air.
After a few moments, I realized that the child she was carrying in her arms was already dead. She was begging for us to murder her other child out of pity. Mercy. She didn’t have the strength to do it herself, so she prayed for someone to come along and do it for her.
Did you?
No.
Michael Langdon ⛧ The Morning After
