Whenever there is a crisis and loss of life, people always comment about those poor people and how it was tragic. Eventually talk shifts to laughter and people quip about hating to be the first to go or happy to be the first to go so that they wouldn’t suffer. As the deaths rise though, no one stops to ever think about the last to go. The one who has been tortured seeing others slip away while holding on to hope of rescue. No, no one ever jokes or laughs about being the last the go, because they had the hardest route of them of all.
** While this short is very thought provoking and sad (I was thinking of the Smith Mine when I wrote it, it got me thinking about dystopian stories and survival stories. We love to hate the creators of the rigid world the survivors live in, but let’s face it, if you were part of a small group that survived whatever it was that destroyed almost all humanity on Earth, you’d be a little concerned about it happening again too.
For those who don’t know what happened at the Smith Mine (it was a real disaster), here’s a great song by Montana Tunesmith that tells a little about it….