The War Journals: Resistance

  Around noon we stopped to eat. This time we had trail mix and granola. Over all, we had some pretty decent food for the trip. Hopefully it would be enough to last. Eventually we would cross a road, but it might be too risky to stop for supplies.

  "Have you noticed we're walking slightly up hill now?" I asked

  "Yeah, I’ve seen a lot more animals too." Liz said referring to the few deer and other small animals we had seen throughout the day.

  "That should mean we're getting close to some water." I said

  "I can't wait" Liz said as we got up to continue our hike.

  We continued on, heading in the same direction for another few hours. Occasionally tripping over rocks or stopping to look at odd plants or moss formations. The trees towered above us, it was like walking through down town new york. Surrounded on all sides by behemoths, insignificant as an ant in the scheme of things.

  It's hard to believe, but we were actually enjoying ourselves. I'm not ashamed to admit I was terrified about what was to come, but we really took the time to appreciate the beauty of our surroundings. I think in the back of our minds we might have been worrying if this would even be here in a few years. The prospects were abysmal, what if the world governments decided there was no option but nuclear retaliation? Would we be shrouded in nuclear winter for decades to come? Could this actually be the point where we made our planet uninhabitable, after so many years of greedy businesses and corrupt governments pushing it in this direction?