Life After Death Farm

Greta and Apollo stepped out onto the porch of the farmhouse as the sun rays barred through the fog. Apollo was now learning how to walk on his own for the first time. Greta felt like Apollo was growing faster by the day. While they have lived on the farmland Greta had learned a lot of new things like that the virus didn't taint or rot the plants. She came to the conclusion that if she and Apollo could learn to live off of plants they should be able to live better. She remembered seeing wolves and deer being affected by the fog in the months that they have lived on the farmland. This led her to the living off of the plants.

"Apollo, I think we need to go check the garden." She gave Apollo a smile before putting him in his carrier.

Apollo responded with a little coo.

Gretta smiled out of the love she felt for Apollo, but she felt an aggravation for the fact he is getting to where he wants to touch everything. This led to the tough choice of trying to find a way to keep things from moving or restraining his hand. She didn't like these choices but she didn't want him to die from what she now called "Fog Fever" when they went outside. The other thing on her mind was the fact that she hasn't heard from death since she got to the farmhouse a few months ago.

"Oh look, Apollo! We have a large haul of carrots!" Greta laughed as she got on her knees and started pulling carrots out of the ground.

Her mind began to think about how the elderly couple managed to keep this up in their age. Which now that she thought about it she needed to mark the graves she dug yesterday for them. That night still haunts her mind at night. How could that lady try to do such a thing to a baby? Even if she could go back nothing she did would change. Apollo was still alive and that's all she needs in her life.

She thought that she wouldn't have survived the attack from the old couple if Apollo wasn't there. The journey she is on will hopefully keep Apollo in her life till he is a grown man. This was one life that she cared about more than herself. She found it strange how one life could change someone so far down to their very soul. The deep love from one to another could be something that melts the ice of disdain and anger from hearts.

"You have changed my life Apollo." Greta said as she picked up her bag of vegetables.

The fog seemed to have gotten thinner over time been still held thick enough to block the sun. It was a wonder how the plants managed to still grow with such restricted sunlight with the way everything was now. She was pretty sure that Death had something to do with the plants surviving. As the days went by she saw less and less sense in Death's plans as any path she could think of became fuzzy and mixed together.

"Okay, now let me get dinner started for us and we will work on getting you a bath. This world may be ugly but you still need to be clean." Greta gave Apollo a smile as she sat him in his playpen.

"M....Mo.....Momma." The small voice came from behind her just as she turned for the kitchen.

Greta was stunned as she turned around to embrace Apollo. He had said his first words which took away any that she had. It seemed to spark a sense of warmth in her core with the happiness she felt. She began to think about everything that had led up to this point in her life. The faces of everyone she had lost and met along the way. It all started to seem like it was worth it now.

"I am so proud of you." Tears came to her eyes as she seemed to finally notice how much he has grown.

After a nice meal, Greta laid Apollo to sleep before sleeping herself. This night seemed to be colder than the past three. She felt like eyes watched her from every corner of the house as she walked through. She finally got to her room and found a dark figure sitting on her bed. She felt herself being pulled forward as the figure raised one of its hands.

"I have been waiting on you and it has been a long time." The figure spoke in a deep voice that shook her to her core.

She tried to speak but it felt like her vocal cords had been severed. When she got close to the figure she felt herself slip into unconsciousness. She felt herself floating through a void that was absent of every form of life except one. It was a lifeform that was intimidating to her very soul. She began to feel something familiar the longer she floated. It was something that seemed to calm her amongst all of this fear, then it hit her.

"Death is that you?" She asked with the little bit of a voice she could muster.

"Yes, it is me, Greta. It has been a long time, but I thought I would come to you at my full power. By that, I mean to show you, my soul." Death's voice echoed around her and within her.

The void began to melt away to a large fluctuating field. It was the one she was familiar with from their last few visits with each other. This time she had many questions for him. She was hoping that the answers she got would be exactly what she wanted to know. One of them being why would he keep them alive for so long as he had. What could be so special about her? What purpose did she serve to the soul carrier? Why won't he tell her what his plan is?