About the Book
Even before the bloody sun is over the horizon, it’s already too hot outside. I’ve lived in the Wastelands all my life, and I still never look forward to waking up at the crack of dawn, only to slave away in the sun, trying to drill liquid gold.
Is drilling for the earth’s precious resource when it’s two hundred degrees outside worth it?
To survive, to live, perhaps it is worth it, but it’s hard to find a will to live when your life is all but worthless. I shouldn’t say it like that, my life’s not worthless, I do serve a purpose in life, but it’s all I’ve ever known, and I’m tired of it.
We’re all tired of it. Living for nothing. Dying to escape.
Home is wonderful. It’s great living in a metal shack in the middle of nowhere with a haunting reputation of being a ‘‘difficult place to live.’’ The world we live in is rough, the people are ravenous, and living itself is…a questionable practice. History has repeated itself one too many times, and because of that, the story of life—progression—can no longer evolve or continue. It ended with a bang and restarted in the dust.
Nobody remembers what happened, and if they do, they sure don’t like bringing it up. All we know is how to survive, and that’s all we’ve ever done.
About the Book
Even before the bloody sun is over the horizon, it’s already too hot outside. I’ve lived in the Wastelands all my life, and I still never look forward to waking up at the crack of dawn, only to slave away in the sun, trying to drill liquid gold.
Is drilling for the earth’s precious resource when it’s two hundred degrees outside worth it?
To survive, to live, perhaps it is worth it, but it’s hard to find a will to live when your life is all but worthless. I shouldn’t say it like that, my life’s not worthless, I do serve a purpose in life, but it’s all I’ve ever known, and I’m tired of it.
We’re all tired of it. Living for nothing. Dying to escape.
Home is wonderful. It’s great living in a metal shack in the middle of nowhere with a haunting reputation of being a ‘‘difficult place to live.’’ The world we live in is rough, the people are ravenous, and living itself is…a questionable practice. History has repeated itself one too many times, and because of that, the story of life—progression—can no longer evolve or continue. It ended with a bang and restarted in the dust.
Nobody remembers what happened, and if they do, they sure don’t like bringing it up. All we know is how to survive, and that’s all we’ve ever done.