AboutThe old man looked around him at the rubble of what had once been the greatest nation the world had ever known. It hadn't been too long since the nation last looked like this. In his grandfather's time the nation had also been a pile of rubble, people left to fend for themselves and subject to one another's evil. It was during this time, his grandfather would say, that even the good men lost their morals and the bad men became truly evil. The old man was seeing the same thing now. Women and children were left to fend for themselves and many were dying off. The only people surviving were people in gangs or prostitutes. The world had truly gone to hell.
Leaning against the bottom half of what had once been a red brick wall the old man remembered the story his grandfather told him as a boy.
Long ago, when the world stood in shambles a leader rose from the dust like a phoenix. The young man was one of the brightest this world had ever produced. It was under his caring hand that the nation came together once again. The nation flourished and became great. However, when the man died his successor was overthrown by a crooked politician and the country began to decline.
Now, less than two hundred years later the country was as it had once been.
The old man brought his hand up to the bleeding gunshot wound in his stomach. He would die soon. As his eyes slid shut he looked to the sky and saw the face of a boy staring down at him. The man smiled and hoped this boy would become the next miracle that anarchy would produce.
Thanks to braidedsilver for writing this.
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