Aftermath: Chapter V – Mortality
Aftermath (A Superman Fan Fiction)
By DarkJade
Episode 5 – Mortality
It was obvious I wasn’t going to make it all the way to Metropolis alive at this rate…
If those A.I. Robots had wished, they could have simply snapped my neck.
“Think Clark… You’re Not Giving Yourself Enough Credit… You Knew That They Were Military Issue… They Weren’t Likely To Do That”
But A.I. Change, grow, adapt to their surroundings.
And though I tried to make myself feel less foolish, it wasn’t working.
The fact was, I needed to find others to travel with.
But who.
The morning was cold, and as I looked to the sky, I could almost swear the sun beyond wanted to break through the darkness…
…but I was always the optimist.
Perhaps my greatest weakness… But also a strength.
As I entered into some charred hills, the idea of actually finding others to travel to Metropolis with faded from my hopeful mind.
No, I just needed to be more careful than last night.
And then I saw them…
…two girls in their 30’s, an older man and two children… Maybe 9 or 10 years old.
I stopped, “Hello there,” I spoke naively.
With this one of the woman rose what looked like a cutoff shot gun, and aimed it right at me.
“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” she spat.
The second girl than grabbed the barrel of the gun, “Laris… It’s alright.”
An optimist… Like me.
“You really shouldn’t sneak up on people like that,” the second girl spoke.
“I’m sorry… I guess I was just surprised to come across anyone,” I spoke, we were standing maybe 50 feet away.
“What’s your name fellow?” spoke the elder man, who had rose from his lawn chair, and stepped in front of the woman…
…meanwhile the two children hesitantly continued to play with some toy trucks…
One a girl, one a boy, the girl kept glancing my way with sad eyes.
“Clark…” I replied.
The man approached me, a sort of warmth in his eyes.
But for the most part, a defeated looking fellow.
“Well Clark,” he spoke as he stuck out his hand, “Why don’t you settle in here with us for the night.”
He was a fool like me…
But this fact would not cost him this night…
“Thank you,” I replied, and made my way to the others.
PICTURE CREDIT – Clark Kent Comic
The Written Word 
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