David was running, running, running. It was as though he'd spend his whole life running through the forest - strange, he thought, as he ran,listening intently for Them. It had only been a few weeks before when life had been normal. The sky was blue, the grass was green, he was going to school, and planning a fishing expedition with his dad. A few weeks later, and his dad was dead. The bomb had turned the sky brown, and the grass was dying. The only thing that wasn't dying was the forest. It…
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