I am 50 years old this year.
I survived the war. I survived the famine.
Today, a group of aliens arrived.
I was born in peacetime, and I thought the future was full of hope.
But I never imagined time could drag on for so long,
long enough for one unexpected disaster after another to befall us, long enough for me to wonder whether I would even live to see tomorrow.
I graduated today. I haven't found a job, but I believe I can still make it to a hundred on my own.
Then war came, and I no longer wanted to live to a hundred.
The war ended, but I was still afraid.
Then came famine, and I wanted to live.
Then the aliens arrived.
Then war came again, but we had no weapons left.
First-person narration.
This is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
Theme: Living to a hundred.
