The Post-Apocalypse World: Day 11

The world for the past 10 days was filled with smoke and ashes. Ashes in my mouth, on my tongue, the taste of burning on my lips. Smoke in my hair, on my skin, filming my eyes. I was just about able to eat enough to stay alive, to not pass out. But standing up took effort. Driving required heroic amounts of concentration. Just continuing to exist took all my effort. Somewhere around Saturday, talking became beyond my capabilities, and everything shut down. Eating caused retching and I clung to the sides of the toilet, tiredly wishing everything would just come up. The boys staged a near-intervention and succeeded in causing the massacre of half a pack of cigarettes from my rapidly-dwindling supply.

But.

Yesterday.

Enough.