The only thing that survived the war.
Not my home. Not my family. Not the farm, nor the wind blowing across the surface of the fields.
I returned to vengeance. That survived.
I would be the avenger. Not like the movies. I wouldn't be forgiving.
It was a fool's errand. I didn't know it at the time. I packed up what I could. Plotted my approach to those responsible. Plotted what I would do to them.
They didn't survive the war either.
I found no one else. I was alone in the forest. In the fields. I had made my way back to a ghost town.
I returned to my unit. Hoping they remained. I needed connection. Anything to the old world.
Back at base. Some stragglers remained. Some never left. Others had come back. Like me.
They told me I had a letter. From someone.
I was hoping against hope.
She had survived.