First Survivor Monologue

I asked him why he shot the flare, and he replied, “ No one survives out there I’ve been here for roughly sixteen years, and out of all this time your were the first survivor I’ve seen. Every time more soldiers are dropped in I try to signal them to my direction, but it’s too late. No one ever makes it out of here.” That last thing he said made my skin crawl as it replayed and echoed through my head; like a pounding drum beating over and over again. He told me we should get some rest because of our long day of searching for more survivors, and scavenging any extra supplies we can find. He tossed me a bedroll “Get some rest, we have a long day ahead of us”, he said. “I’m no better than the worms that lay next to me in the dirt; just hiding away
until some bigger importance comes, but will it ever come?” , I thought to myself as I tossed and turned all night. I don’t know what’s worse the maggots squirming around in the dirt next to me, the fact that I might not wake up tomorrow, or that I’ll never see my family again.” As I layed there I realized I should get some rest, so I closed my eyes and cleared my head.