Colors of Sanity

Chapter 2

Rifle strapped to his backpack, he wandered through the forest, heading to the small village he hoped the two squadrons still remained at. With the village fairly visible in the distance, between the tall trees and hillsides, he remembered back to what he saw when he was there last. Lots of old computers, many of which were collected by the natives, back when they existed, and stashed up in one old storage building. When his fellow squadrons, simple groups of 25 soldiers, had been fully intact, and not spread out all over the continent piece by piece, they had camped out in this village. Many of the computers were used to compile data they hoped to make sense of, but there were a few that weren't so useful. In case the world was rebuilt, they wanted to save as much data from the old societies as possible. Several computers were completely full of useless things like business transactions, pornography, and corrupted files. Another was filled with useless video and documents and songs based in some kid's show, way back when. Adofo tried examining the contents of this very computer, but it was all in vain. He realized then that the generators they set up to use the computers were probably destroyed, or out of fuel, or something. He did what he could now, meaning yell at the rusted generators, and hope they did something. There was no one else to help him, probably anywhere. He decided to keep moving, the whole village being infested with many forms of wildlife, and go... Somewhere. He had nowhere to go, he sure as Hell couldn't fight off a whole country's military force, and was probably insane. I am in no way insane, he often thought to himself. Yes, he had gouged his body with that dreaded knife many times, and yes he hadn't cared when his wife died, and yes the world was completely doomed, but he didn't care. It was destined that was. In fact, he was quite looking forward to his trip to Heaven. Oh wait, he gouged his body many times, didn't care when his wife died, and didn't care the world was doomed. This realization had hit him many times, and every time he thought, oh well. This apocalypse had had him thinking that there was no God. He had ditched his Bible way back when, and never regretted the action. Adofo quickly forced this thought out of his head, and moved on. "Back to my trek to nowhere" was now his favorite quite. Not that he had have anyone to share it with. Nighttime had fallen, and he had made no progress. He was about a mile from the old village, in a slight jungle area, and he felt he urge to go back. A slight pull, as if he had missed something. He encountered a bright green snake earlier, up in a tree, and it was now headless, bleeding in his pocket. Dinner tonight, the voice inside his thoughts said. His pack was empty, sitting in a bush on the side of the trail he had passed through. Arriving at the old computer building, (he had thought it was the most secure, being useless) he laid down on the small pile of tree leaves he had gathered for sleep. Food tomorrow. Before dozing off, staring at the old computer, he had noticed a small charm hanging off a chain necklace. It appeared to be a yellow horse with wings, green eyes, and a long pink mane.