C50 Post-apocalyptic Rebirth

It was still early in the morning, and droplets of water had condensed on the leaves of the shrubs, constantly dripping into his mouth.

The bird flew onto his body and chirped, waking him up. He struggled to open his eyes and looked at his surroundings, only to find that there was a forest of trees around him.

He thought of what had happened before, and his face revealed a hint of relief