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So... Uh... Washin' dishes and this happened.

Walking.

Walking on and on. Walking upon the ashes that remain. Walking until scarlet stains the sky.

I probably would have forgotten by now, if I didn’t make myself repeat it before bed. No matter where I slept, how I slept, or anything else, I said before I fell into sleep so I’d never forget.

“My name is Riley Emilia Morrison. I am 14. I was born on August 16, three years before the war. My mother was Tina Morrison, my father was Tobias Morrison.”

I would’ve forgotten my age, but I don’t. I repeat the days in my head, and add one more year onto my age when the day comes.

If I forgot my name I would probably have called myself ‘Wanderer’. But I don’t. I repeat it before bed.

And then, after I wake up, I repeat. And continue my walk.

Walking on and on.  Walking upon the ashes that remain. Walking until scarlet stains the sky.

Walking.

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