A year without rain

My name is Jack Sliver. I have been walking these days with only a half-full canteen and a sack that contains wood for camping fire. I am a survivor of the disease crisis. Many people have died due to the disease. I'm not even sure if anyone else is alive. I am sure of one person that's alive and healthy. A german sheperd that I named Spy. He follows me everywhere I go. He looks up to me as his owner. I look up to him as my friend. My one and only friend.

Spy and I hunt for food (usually dirt or bugs.) I've never had a dog before and I'm starting to wish I had when I was a kid and the earth was green. I'm a 16 year old boy that is still alive. Spy is, i'm guessing, 3 years old. I don't know how he is living. Whenever I ask him,he just sits down and stares at me like I'm a doopbag. But I still care for him. He's the only friend I have.So with these final words I will start walking east, towards the Atlantic Ocean. I doubt it's still filled with water but Spy and I will just go and see. So long and wish me luck.

The End