APOCALYPSE
BY NATALIE ROTH
M
y eyes shot open at the first light of dawn.
The first thing I noticed was the cold. So
cold… Of course, that was the least of my
problems. I took in a few sharp breaths as
the brisk air clawed its way down my throat, stinging me all
the way to my lungs. Exhaling, I blinked in an attempt to adjust my vision. Still, there was no way I could. No matter how
much I tried, I couldn’t see through the ever-present fog surrounding camp. The thought made me let out an exasperated
sigh. That fog never went away. It clouded the vision of any
who dared to walk through it, causing their eyes to water and
throats to burn. It’s kind of funny how we’re stupid enough
to live among this stuff. I guess it’s better than being discovered. Letting out yet another sigh, I placed my cold hands
palms facing down in an attempt to lift myself into a sitting
position. My muscles seemed