run into the light

your friend
has saved enough
food and water,
dry goods, dry ice
and batteries to last
a year or so
when the big one
hits. he's ready
with his guns, his
bows and arrows,
his survial books
and gear.
he's ready for the end
in his concrete bunker,
ready to contiue
his life after all
others have gone.
he laughs when i
tell him, that i'd rather
run towards the light
than go down
into the dark with
him.