Sometimes I imagine a world with roads full of lively people going about their day. It's an unbelievable thing, I know. I just can't help but think about that warm fantasy. Grandpa used to tell us all kinds of stories about the old world before it went haywire. He had been to parties during his youthful days and encountered the love of his life, Grandma Felicita, during one such party.

I had said, "Grandpa, that's so cool! You're like the protagonist of a book!" I had gushed over every exciting detail in his story but not once did he ever get tired of replying to my curious inquiries.

My sister was beside me then. She would just quietly listen and write down grandpa's words on her little notebook as he spoke. She thought of her writings as her small contribution to history. I once asked her what the point of it all was and she plainly replied with a "it's for the future people." What other people could still be alive out there other than the two of us? Even grandpa couldn't make it. . .

I pushed those thoughts of despair out of my mind and shifted my attention to the scenery around us. It wasn't much but it was still something decent enough to look at. I tried hard to imagine it with the exuberant colors that grandpa once described so vividly but my primitive brain couldn't think of anything beyond grey.

"Hey sis, where are we going?" I asked dazedly. I wouldn't even mind if she didn't say anything.

The Kettenkrad plowed through the snow slowly. It was an old vehicle but it got the job done. It also served as their portable house though it only carried two people and some cans of food with questionable age.

My sister looked around and saw only snow and endless scattered piles of junk and rubble ahead. She sighed and said, "We're going wherever the world takes us. . ."

"Hmm. . . so an adventure? Sounds great. ." I hummed and closed my eyes, letting the fluffy snow tickle my pale face. These days, the snow is much friendlier than that of the past. It used to be darker and carried the scent of gunpowder and death. . .

It has been many years since then. It was one of the few memories I had from my childhood.

"Sis. . ."

"Mm?"

"Let's go on adventures forever!"

". . Okay. ."




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Cover Picture is from "Girls' Last Tour"


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