Delirium.

Delirium has set in and I see before me, floating in the midday sky, a fantastical array of food. A bright glimming vision of a banquet fit for a king laid out in all its glory, a vision so real I could almost reach out and touch it.

I lie spread-eagled in the fresh virgin snow and I behold a carrousel of roast chickens and legs of beef; vegetables and fruits in the full spectrum of colours, wine, juice and teas of mouth watering varieties and I can almost smell the aromas.

The snow is bone chillingly cold and my worn torn quilted jacket that lost its polyester padding a while ago, does little to insulate me from the subzero temperatures.

I don’t care.

The cold is nothing in comparison to the hunger. It truly is a wonder what a human being will do to fill this basic need- we will beg, steal, fight- the things I’ve done send shivers down my already frozen spine and I pray silently to an unknown God for redemption.

After spending weeks hunting for food in a completely ravaged land, a barren desolate God-forsaken place and finding nothing but animal carcasses and dried withered plants, I’d had enough.

My fight has gone.

So now I lie motionless in newly fallen contaminated snow, comprised largely of radioactive water from the nuclear fallout, with a toothless smile on my face and I watch the hallucinatory banquet dance around before my eyes.

Snowflakes start to fall silently, fluttering into my fading vision like glitter and I drift off to somewhere far away from here... dreaming of a meal fit for a king.