The streets around me are filled with cars and debri's, buildings are level. The dark sky makes it hard to focus on the sorroundings that engulf me. I've been in 20 different houses and stepping over the decayed bodies and seeing the dead animals just laying around on floors, crumpled in different positions. I do hear something of foreign origin. Yes, right outside the front door of this death house, I can hear it. Here it comes. An ice cream truck with the carnival music blaring and a clown driving. Oh praise the lord, I'm not alone. I stood in the street and began to flag him down. My hero clown, my hero ice cream truck, my answered prayers. My angel sent from heaven. As the truck approached I noticed a blank and disturbing look on his face, and he didn't want to sell me a fudge bar- he wanted to kill me. The music even louder, his actions more intense, and with that he stops at a dead heat and jumps out with a laugh never to be forgotten. He stands in the middle of the street and yells to me "I'll see you tomorrow, as a matter of fact- I'll be seeing alot of you". He jumped back into his ice cream truck and I yelled "Who are you? What do you want from me? In a split second he was gone. Bozo the pyscyco clown had disappeared. I wondered if I wasn't starting to go crazy, here I am on a burnt up planet and everything I've known or learned has no benefit. How long can I survive without vital things? Pure water, food, communication, information on the world around us. Transportation. As of now it's me and the ice cream man/ who I suspect isn't human at all, I also figure he's monitoring my every move. The only human quality that I've seen in him was when he said he'll see me tomorrow and he'll be seeing alot of me. It could've been a sample, a program, who knows. He certainly looked real. Well here he comes for the 3rd time and considering there isn't anyone else in existence, I'd imagine he's got me under survelience. I'll write more later.
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