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We gathered supplies and ammunition from the attic and made our way to the truck. Amber insisted she drive, Eve made her way to the backseat and I took shotgun. We drove a couple miles with nobody saying a word, still thinking of what transpired recently. We came to a crossroad that had a sign that pointing east. Richard and Phillips Gas and Snack 3.4 miles ahead. We began heading east onto a dusty, desolate path lined with ditches running between two corn fields. I surveyed our surroundings and began to think of the wisdom of driving on the open road after dark. "We probably should make camp at the gas station coming up ahead." I said attempting to break the ice. Amber looked in the rearview mirror and notices Eve reading a magazine that was surprisingly in readable condition. "What you got there Eve?" Amber asks. "672 ways to look pretty for spring, flat abs and a great butt, how I got thin fast." Eve glanced up momentarily "Must be nice to care about only your looks." I looked up and laughed "Well when you don't have zombies trying to eat you society can afford to worry about superficial things." "Superficial? Oh like how you helped me back in Syracuse because you thought I was hot?" "Ummm?!" Amber looked back at Eve who had a smirk on her face. "Yeah for the most part what Leo said is correct except for Leo Zombie Apocalypse or not he still cares about physical appearance even though his clothes are dirty and hasn't bathed in I don't know how long." Clearly outwitted by Amber's response I decided to turn on the radio which only played static. Determined to cut the conversation off I turned on the CD player hoping whomever car this was still had a CD in it. I pushed play in Rob Zombie Dragula began to play. Normally any musi... ... middle of paper ... ...Look you guys I know Isamu asked you all to take me back to Zion but you two are not obligated to this like I said I can handle myself." "You froze up twice back at the warehouse you can cut the tough kid act " "Hey fuck you if it wasn't for Amber your ass would be dead!" "Fucking little brat!" "Hey you two stop it now! We need to work together if any of us will make it to Zion alive! Now look we all have our strengths and flaws lets not criticize each other okay?" Amber said "Oh and what flaws do I have Ms. Counselor Amber?!" "Well for starters you are really reckless." "Whatever" "Look guys we need to be focused because we have to go through Philly to get to Baltimore and the big city is no walk in the park." I looked at Amber and then looked at Eve her head in her knees again. "Lets get some sleep hopefully we wont run into much trouble when we get to Philly."
“ You either go out there and get you brother’s jacket or when you get back I’m going to give you a beating that will be ten times as bad as what that little thief could do to you.”
Imagine a world where everything is black and covered in layers of ash, where dead bodies are scattered throughout the streets and food is scarce. When earth, once green and alive, turns dark and deadly. A story about a man, his son and their will to survive. Within the novel Cormac McCarthy shows how people turn to animalistic and hasty characteristics during a post-apocalyptic time. Their need to survive tops all other circumstances, no matter the consequences. The hardships they face will forever be imprinted in their mind. In the novel, The Road, author Cormac McCarthy utilizes morbid diction and visual imagery to portray a desperate tone when discussing the loss of humanity, proving that desperate times can lead a person to act in careless ways.
Throughout history man has been the dominate species. What the difference is between man and any other species is their level of intelligence, what differs people from other people is their level of hope. Hope is a necessity for a human to function correctly, without it a person becomes very bleak, sad, and seemingly without life. The Road’s setting is a very grey, pale, and emotionless earth, which represents a person without hope. Cormac McCarthy creates a terrifyingly real apocalyptic America in his novel “The Road”. With his simple descriptions and use of detail and metaphors you can vividly picture every scene he describes throughout the book. But no matter how bleak and hopeless the world seems, the two protagonists never seem to lose hope in something. Throughout the novel, the man and the boy are trying to travel across the U.S. in search of shelter, food, and a better place to live. Along the way, they encounter other survivors, cannibals, and rapists. McCarthy uses a post-apocalyptic America setting to examine why it is that some humans continue to have hope in the face of such overwhelming odds, and why it is that others give up in the same situations at the specific moments they do.
Tytell, John. “The Joy of On the Road.” On the Road. Text and Criticism. Scott Donaldson, ed. New York: Viking, 1979. 419-430.
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The first hour of the painful two hour car ride was just me making what I thought appeared to be very valid arguments about why he should just turn around and take me back home, but he didn’t. Rather, he just sat there, nodding in a silence that somehow screamed “I don’t care!” Eventually, I succumbed to the silent scream and waited to arrive. After what seemed like a century, we arrived at the dirty farm in the evening.
"Yep, the crew's going to be looking for you and that skank you call a wife." Laughing, she continues.
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“Yeah,” I said. “We should probably get some sleep if we’re gonna get out of the city tomorrow.”
It was a dark night, Arthur could only see whatever was in his headlights. Arthur had just finished watching a movie at the theater and he had no idea that so much time had gone by. He didn’t have anything or anyone to come home to though, but he craved the warmth and light of his little shack. Arthur broke out of his trance. His thought had consumed his focus. Realizing that he had no idea where he was, Arthur grabbed his phone out of his pocket and attempted to navigate home. He wasn’t as lost as he thought. Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, then looked back to the road.
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