Snippet #1338741

10 days.

Seemed like a lifetime, but sometimes like an hour. But it had been ten freakin' days.

Matt had cried on the first day. Sobbing his heart out on the floor next to his bed, next to his old life. Next to his incoherent family mewling and babbling like babies. Would he have gone insane that night if he hadn't left? Maybe.
He had stood and left, opening the door to a world which was worse than home. So, so, so much worse. In his house he was safe, out here he had to face the large reality that he was alone. Alone in a world which had forgotten everything. Especially a nobody like him.

He had wondered through the streets, passing odd spots with what seemed like campsites, where adult babies crawled towards entranced by the flames. He didn't know what was going on, but that wasn't a surprise. It wasn't like anyone else did either.
Swinging a simple rucksack full of what food he had left at home, wearing some simple baggy jeans and a white shirt he had set out into the world, hoping to find someone he could talk too.

Day 10, so far no luck. He had walked down interstates and followed the road to New York City. Or what remained anyway. He hadn't seen intelligent life anywhere and he was beginning to lose hope.
"This is a load of bull!" he blurted, tired of the never-ending silence. "I need a car! I need life! I need... I need something!"
He had thrown his rucksack on the ground in defiance, panting with rage and exhaustion. He needed... something. Everything he knew was gone, all cars had been destroyed (he guessed) and he had no clue why. No clue what was going on.
Why couldn't this had left him alone and left him as the popular kid, where people would explain stuff to him when he was stuck and bow at his feet. Well, maybe not the latter but he still wanted attention.

He didn't notice he had kept walking, walking further into whatever was left of the world. And thats when he stumbled upon them. He had gone off the beaten track and somehow found himself in a forest, or just somewhere green. And thats where he saw the campfire. A campfire with some sort of bedding and sign of intelligent life. There were marks of sneakers and of something smart that had done something.

He'd wait... yeah, thats what he'd do. Wait... and sleep. He needed sleep. He moved cautiously towards the fire, looking around in case something would put it out, put out his lifeline. When he made sure that no-one ( or something) was there he lay down, using his leather jacket as a pillow. Laying simply on the grass he began to nod off.