Diary entry written in the boy’s perspective 10 years later...
People are beginning to rebuild. They gathered here in what used to be a Louisiana swamp town. Here we can survive the winter and grow food for ourselves. Slowly we are becoming a society of civilized people again. There must be nearly one-hundred people here now. The traveled here to escape the harsh winters up north. We all live together here, like it was meant to be.
It’s been almost ten years since Dan found me on the road. His wife, Amanda and their two children Chase and Lily became my new family. I am truly grateful. I wouldn’t have survived alone on the road when my father died. I still talk to him, like he’s been here with me the whole time. Amanda says it’s good to talk to god. I don’t know if I really believe in god, but I believe in my father. The memories of him from long ago are faded in my mind. The rough features that once made up his face are sketchy now. But the words he spoke never leave me. Carry the fire, he says. And I carry it. I carry it high and proud for him.
The older people in the town talk a lot about how the world used to be. Like me a few others were born after the events caused the world into darkness. They tell stories of how life used to be. I have never seen a television light up and I've never been to school before. Life has changed drastically they say, but it's the only way I have ever known.
Life, will get better. The people of the town say we have a brighter future ahead. I may not become a lawyer or a surgeon but at least we have the chance to live our lives, even if its not as great as it was before.
I will move on and fight. I will carry the fire and I will not be afraid. I will not take the easy way out like my mother. I will carry the fire untill I cannot anymore.