The Amulet Monologue

The Amulet I miss the days of being able to roam the streets without danger. The days without nuclear waste flooding the streets. Now, all there is left is agony. There are no remembrance of where I live and where I am from. The town is nothing but decimated buildings and bones of the lost ones.Whenever i walked down the streets i can hear the cracking bones of the dead. The thick gooey feeling of blood that is flooding the withered river with dried up carcass floating down the river.

We have found my house through the rough journey of looking at the loss of family members and neighbors. The House was in pieces except for the glowing chest under the rubble of plaster. We went to go dig for this glowing chest thinking