He'd been on this expedition for weeks, looking for food to bring back to his group. He had gotten to a neighbourhood that looked very familiar to him. He wasn't sure why. He had forgotten what life was like before "The Incident". He then suddenly realised. This was his house. He ran in as fast as he could. The house was clearly already broken into, with almost everything gone. Except for one family photo, which he put in his rucksack. He then went upstairs into his room. He saw pictures of him and his friends. "It's not last like year" he thought. After a while, he heard groaning from outside the room. He pulled out his axe but then dropped it. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Mom?"
Finn
Hey this is Mark from Circleville Ohio in the USA. That story was really cool. One question that I had is what type of axe did you have in the story.
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