The old barn stood dark against the rising sun. The blazingsun seemed to bring little life to the once lively farm
yard. The old barn and house looked ready to fall down, during the next strong wind. Even in the light
breeze of the day, the old boards could be heard creaking. the barn doors had both fallen from
their hinges, but yet somehow reamined standing against the frame of the barn. The house didn't look
much better. the windows were barren and the light shone through them into the lifeless rooms of
the long since abandodned farmhouse. Cowebs hung thickly from the celiengs and covered the walls and
floors. The dust coated everything like a thick blanket. The air was musty and thick.  Small notches were
in the doorframe, marking the growing hieghts of the children that once played in the small old house. A
all possessions also remained in the house, long sence forgetten over the years, with nobody to remember
them. The fire place was dirty with ashes and soot, along with the charred remains of paper, that were
burned to be forgot. the house seemed to sag with sadness, filled with lonelness of being forgotton. In the
barn hay still remained everywhere, the animals that once sought shelter under it's roof gone. A black tarp
covered a large object that appeared to be a car. If anyone removed the tarp, if anyone could, they
would find it was a car. A car whose engine once sounded powerfully and proudly throughout the
county. A sound not heard in years. Who knows if the engine would start after so many years of nelgect
after so long of being treated with lovingly hands. The once bright ornage paint job would be dulled from
age no doubt rusting and peeling. The soul that once seemed to power the engine long dead and gone.
Just like most the earth's population. There had been a great war, that out matched all before it. The two
young men, that lived there, proudly went off to war to fight for their freedom. they were never to return
home again, only a letter to say they had been killed. The rockets were launched, the bombs were
dropped, and  the guns were fired. It is a wonder the old house was still standing. Land turned unusable
the water tantied and undrinkable. Few people fled to live below the earth's surface. Above land couldn't
sustain life no longer. Looking further across all the land, dead bodies still remained, the surface being
used as a grave, rather then like once used graveyards, were people were buried. Nobody that lived in
the old farmhouse went below to live, they thought it pointless to carry one the shrade of life. Pointless to
pretend that mankind could carry on life for the rest of time. Nobody was left behind to even remember
the family that once lived in the house, a family called the Dukes.