It was April 21st. The day the world turned grey. Five years from the D day. The sky was black. The earth was shattered. The water was as toxic as its inhabitants. Foods were scarce. Electricity was long gone. They, few survivors, had to live by ration. Each day.
Food. Water. Fuel. Fire. Clothes or blankets. Five things. Five to survive the day. They fought for them, while running away. Away from the Clone Wars.
He sagged himself against the wall. He was back at home. The pain was less excruciating but it jarred him inside. He resisted an urge to vomit. His shirt was soaked in sweat. Dream leaping became a mission.
Images of little girl flashed in his mind. It was his little girl. She held the key – the key to the future.
It is the time, he thought and vanished into thin air.
This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. Today’s theme was Five a Day.