A light rain broke out just a short while ago. Thank God. I closed my eyes and caught raindrops in my mouth, no longer trusting the bottled water that I’d hauled up here a few days ago. The water was salty sweet, reminding me of Sour Patch Kids candies that I ate when I was a kid. I sat there, my head spinning, relieved that I could put something in my body that wouldn’t come back up.
I’m nearly out of food, but I doubt I’d eat anyways. No, I’m going to have to find a new source of food. Even if I have to kill it with my bare hands.
I laid my head against the sign and watched it flicker briefly. I felt so numb. I could barely feel my legs. “Ekeziel, provide for me,” I whispered to the empty streets.
The rain stopped and clouds rolled into the distance. At first, I mistook it as a bad sign. “Vindictive, aren’t you, Ezekiel?” I mumbled, feeling more and more like the rotting corpses below.
My thoughts darkened and I cursed the sky for teasing my thirsty mouth. And as I sat in a stupor, eyes stinging in the light breeze, I realized that my stomach was no longer rumbling, my head no longer throbbing.
Ezekiel had provided.
And with the wind so went my hunger.
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