A Better View

We're all trying to make it to the ocean to wash away the sickness that came during the end of the world. Around us, dying animals, felled trees, stench. We run towards the sound we think is water. We run up a hill to get a better view. We don't feel the tiredness in our legs, our scabbed feet, our hunger. We reach the top to see below us the beach. The sun shines.