Letter #1
Dear Tony,
I thought the end of the world would be more climatic.
I grow up all my life watching the news and seeing movies. I know you hated when I said it, but we all knew it was basically over. That was just what I grew up around. It’ll all end at some point in my life. But, I thought I would be fighting zombies, or running away from a tsunami while holding the love of my life in my arms, or hanging out with aliens. Anything but just sitting here with nothing better to do.
I lost my job pumping gas at WaWa when it ran out of gas. The flooding’s had gotten so bad, no one was really driving anyways. I took it as a sign. Made myself a meatball sub and got out of Jersey before the river took all the bridges. Maybe I’ll head out west. Never been out west before. It sounds all exotic.
Made my down US 1; mostly walking with a little bit of hitchhiking. I took some pictures of East Bridge on my phone. Trenton Makes The World Takes was still mostly visible. I know you loved that bridge, I never got why. Maybe I’ll show you what it looks like now, one day.
I think volunteers were keeping the power plants going for a bit, but I’m pretty sure they’ve moved on. I just got to Philly and this place is a ghost town. Kind of creepy, honestly. Couldn’t even hear the birds.
Had my little Rocky moment though. I had too, for you. It was pretty fun, even if I didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with.
Anyways, my phone’s losing power, so I’m going to see if a museum has any of those spare battery banks. One of these tourist traps have got to have some? Right?
Miss you,
Chell
