I am a soldier living in the outpost for days with civilians behind me surrounded by the water and mist.
From a distant you cannot see anything and it is so mysterious what lies beyond the mists which makes the uncertainty so prevalent.
I assure my fellow civilians for survival and yet beyond the mist, beyond those broken barriers due to flood, whether we will receive help or not as I feel we are in the end game for death, maybe this is how death feels like the feeling of abandonment.
*** Written for Three Line Tales, 3linetales
