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Outskirts of Cape Town

Sometime, 2298

'The Promised Land'

 

It went like this;

The buildings toppled in on themselves.
Mothers clutching babes.
Picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair.

The skyline was beautiful on fire.
All twisted metal stretching upwards.
Everything washed in a thin orange haze .

 

Then the ash settled.

The sun went down.

Wish it never came back up.

 

Remy told us they were rebuilding.

"We'll go together, things'll be brighter down there."

Hand-in-hand, once more into that heart of darkness.

 

I was worn.

Tired.

Told Remy I'd bury him.

 

I buried my brother in the desert.

Saw him again in my sleep.

His words haunt me.

 

I laid him down, in that grave in the sand.

He grabbed my arm with his cold, deathly grip.

These are truly our final days.

 

The Earth swallowed him whole.

He was never afraid.

From dust, return to dust.

 

I made the trip alone.

Remy died for nothing.

Their skulls were piled by the gate.

 

Matilda was her name.

Found her crying in the ruins.

Hand-in-hand, once more into that heart of darkness.

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Somewhere North of Cape Town

Sometime, 2298

No Man's Land

 

It went like this;

 

I want to die but I'm afraid to kill myself.

Promised Matilda I'd stay with her.

Take her wherever she wants to go.

 

I've never seen Casablanca.

She's never seen Casablanca.

We're going to walk to six thousand miles to Morocco.

 

Mom, dad, Remy.

They all lie in shallow graves from here to Pretoria.

We won't make this journey.

 

Everyone I love has turned to ash.

She's a little older than Remy.

I don't think I can go through it all again.

 

There is no more I.

There is only her and I.

We'll both go to Casablanca, or we'll both go to Elysium.

 

We cut our hands.

Made a pact.

I'll never be alone again.

 

We found peyote out in the desert.

I've never felt happier.

Her smile makes the matte, bleak world alright.

 

Remy spoke to me in my dreams.

"Don't be afraid, little brother. You'll always be exactly where you need to be."

She needs me, and I need her; Hand-in-hand, once more into that heart of darkness.

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Sperrgebiet National Park

Sometime, 2298

The Edge of the World

 

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It went like this;

 

Matilda says it was a forest.

A national park.

All I see is dust and sand.

 

It's been three weeks.

Remy won't speak anymore.

Matilda told me she loved me.

 

I've lost hope in myself.

Yet don't want to give up.

Clawing at a future I'm not so sure is even out there.

 

I woke up this morning.

Put on my shoes.

Asked myself; "Well, what happens now?"

 

Threw up blood.

Eating is difficult.

One of my nails fell off.

 

I'm getting sick.

I can't tell her.

It would kill her.

 

Her heart is made of glass.

A precious sculpture I dare not break.

I'm sorry I made our pact.

 

I promised her I was well.

I lied.

Hand-in-hand, once more into that heart of darkness.

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Somewhere South of the Angolan Border

Sometime, 2298

Where Ash Touches the Sea

 

It went like this;

 

"The Earth is not a cold dead place."

I promised her these words.

I lied again.

 

I wear gloves to hide my nails.

I can see my ribs when I take my shirt off.

My eyes are dark.

 

I can see worry written across her face.

A makeup she can't wash away.

She knows I'm dying.

 

There is blood on my hands.

We made a pact.

I've robbed her of the only thing that matters.

 

Stolen something precious.

So I wouldn't die alone.

It's exactly how I deserve to end my days.

 

Remy visited my dreams.

Told me mum is waiting for me.

A notion too far removed to mention.

 

When the morning came.

I was ashamed.

Hand-in-hand, once more into that heart of darkness.

 

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Pointe-Noire

Sometime, 2298

Of Monsters and Men

 

It went like this;

 

Where sea touches ash.

Where stone meets gravel.

Where man faces his fears.

 

We saw a sign today.

Pointe-Noire.

There were naught but ruins beyond the sign.

 

It was caffardic and despondent.

Looking at it made me sick.

This place was beautiful, once.

 

Found two men in the ruins.

Soldiers.

One was like me.

 

Found his partner trying to resuscitate him.

I caught a glimpse of a cold, longing stare beyond the visor.

He was dead when we got there.

 

Will I look at Matilda the same way?

I'm getting sicker.

As the world around us grows greener.

 

Partner had no radio.

A few days worth of food.

Eleven bullets.

 

Robert is his name.

Everett was his partner.

I will remember him.

 

I will remember him.

Because Robert is coming with us.

Four-thousand-two-hundred-and-fifty miles to Morroco.

 

He's a medical trooper.

I think he knows, but won't say.

Hand-in-hand, once more into that heart of darkness.

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Outskirts of Milando

Sometime, 2298

Fields of Elysium

 

It went like this;

 

"My mother once told me; Dreams are forever, my son. Weather the storm, for it is only temporary."

I used to think she was wrong.

Now I think I understand.

 

I threw up blood today.

I can no longer walk.

My legs will carry me no further into this war of mine.

 

I saw a bright blue sky.

I saw trees of green.

I wish Remy were here to see what I saw.

 

I can see no longer.

"The world is not a cold, dead place."

I did not lie this time.

 

I felt her grab hold of my hand.

I felt her tears on my face.

I asked her to live, for me.

 

When my mother got sick, she told me; "Dreams are forever, my son. Weather the storm, for it is only temporary."

I used to think she spoke in riddles.

She did, but now as if shown a revelation - I understand her.

 

We live day to day with a dream, an idea; An idea cannot die. A dream cannot be killed.

The life we suffer is our storm, and it is our duty to persevere through these challenges.

I have endured all that I can; My storm has dissipated.

 

She promised she would see Casablanca, for us.

"I'm coming home, Remy."
Once more into that heart of darkness.

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