Post by markgomez on Oct 26, 2012 18:29:46 GMT -5
Leore was a gift from above. There was no chance or point of survival if Mark could never read another book. For the most part the books were not really his cup of tea. Some basic science books but other than that the selection was more social science nonfiction and well fiction. Despite this oversight on the previous owner’s part something to read was better than nothing at all. Not one to watch tv and smart enough to know it wasn’t a great idea to carry your personal library around the book store was Mark’s safe place. To date nothing infected had been spotted and the thick front door helped with that fact.
Usually Mark planted himself near the entrance to the top of the building just in case a quick escape needed to be made. For now he laid on top of a book shelf with on hand under his head and the other clasping onto The Aeneid by Virgil. If he had to read fiction it was going to be a classic. Harry Potter was never his cup of tea. Without this almost daily escape of reality true solitude would overcome him. Friends were something of a rarity before everything fell apart but being truly alone was a new experience. For the first time the rather shy individual found himself in need of a decent conversation.
Of course most of the people, the few there were, Mark came across either died or were captured by the accursed hats and coats. Which didn’t provide a great outlook on the future. Eventually that seemed to be any of the survivor’s fate, be eaten or kidnapped to who knows where. Being alone for much longer would be certain death but Mark couldn’t just spend day after day in search of a person in the hopes they were decent people. Survival was paramount even in such a crappy world. So he would lose himself more in adventures of a time long lost and do what came naturally. Survive until tomorrow.
Usually Mark planted himself near the entrance to the top of the building just in case a quick escape needed to be made. For now he laid on top of a book shelf with on hand under his head and the other clasping onto The Aeneid by Virgil. If he had to read fiction it was going to be a classic. Harry Potter was never his cup of tea. Without this almost daily escape of reality true solitude would overcome him. Friends were something of a rarity before everything fell apart but being truly alone was a new experience. For the first time the rather shy individual found himself in need of a decent conversation.
Of course most of the people, the few there were, Mark came across either died or were captured by the accursed hats and coats. Which didn’t provide a great outlook on the future. Eventually that seemed to be any of the survivor’s fate, be eaten or kidnapped to who knows where. Being alone for much longer would be certain death but Mark couldn’t just spend day after day in search of a person in the hopes they were decent people. Survival was paramount even in such a crappy world. So he would lose himself more in adventures of a time long lost and do what came naturally. Survive until tomorrow.