Robbie never picked up a gun to kill another animal for the rest of his life, he was a loner, he just loved being alone, and if he wanted love he’d go get it and leave it. Robbie hated this world of Capitalism, the elites have destroyed every Democracy, they want to run amok without paying a cent and it's shifted to Fascism. America was dying, and he knew this years ago.
Robbie traveled a few more years, he rarely stayed at any job very long, he loved his freedom more than anything. His family was always there in that city of sighs, he only visited his family around Christmas and even that was unbearable. Robbie kept his distance from his family, they broke his trust years ago and he never forgave them for his guilt, their love of money was superior to anything or anyone.
In the last chapter of Robbie’s life, he bought a Pug, that dog brought him all the joy that Tara once did, he loved his dog, he'd always figured he would die before the dog because men in Kentucky die from cancer at an alarming rate, and no one cares. Robbie lives alone and he's happy, his dog has replaced his sorrow, life wasn't fair, brutal if not apocalyptic, but Robbie still holds on to his resentment with watchful eyes. Life is living, and death is not.
THE END
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