Survive Torrentz -

Rule three:

I tighten my backpack straps and walk toward the high ground. survive torrentz

I survive because I choose east when the storm says west. I survive because I drink before I’m thirsty. I survive because I still believe, against all evidence, that the radio will crackle back to life someday and a voice will say: It’s over. Come home. Rule three: I tighten my backpack straps and

The first drops of rain begin to fall. They’re warm. Too warm. I survive because I still believe, against all

The first one took my mother. She was trying to save the garden—the last real soil for fifty miles. The wind didn’t get her. The water did. A wall of black rain that fell sideways for forty minutes. When it passed, she was just... gone. The tomatoes were still there, though. Tough little bastards.