Lost and Found

Chapter 1

The year is 3001 and unfortunately things are no where near the same. My name is Mariah. I'm 16, but very wise... Well I have to be, living in a world like this. Things got bad, very bad. It seemed as if everyone turned out on to each other, and madness broke out fast. People got tired of the government and all their laws that made no sense. Murderers never got convicted, shoplifters got away with their items scotch free. They wanted justice but never got it ... they just made it worst.

I wake up to another day of basically survival, but I'm not surviving from zombies, aliens or some type of voodoo creatures ..no.. just humans... pathetic.

I sat up from the bed in the house that I did not own. I found it a couple days back and now I use it until it's worn down or I get kicked out by incoming people who need to survive as well and I ain't gonna start to travel with a group, I never had nor I will.

It seems logical to travel in group or a pack , whatever you wanna call it, but I absolutely hate it and refuse to. I have learned not to trust or have faith in others. I don't like getting pushed around. Groups restrain you from being free and staying with a certain group people. It seems stupid to me that everyone has to.

I have always been alone and honestly I like it that way, ever since me and my family have separated 5 years ago in the middle of a riot . It was hard considering I was only eleven. It was tough, I was alone in a mad world and I was not tough enough to fight or live on my own just yet.

My daily routine still carried on... boring. Woke up, ate breakfast ( if I had enough food), secured the perimeter, shower ( if I had a chance and if the water still ran), changed, ate ,hunt, ate again, pooped, and ate once more ( I eat a lot) and try my hardest not to die.

I woke up early Tuesday morning on a bed that I found in the house. It seemed like it used to belong to a young couple, those who seem happy with each other. Kind of depressed me but I shrugged it off, like always .

Showered then I got dressed into the same outfit I usually wear, a black t-shirt ripped in places where I had to fight, black skinny jeans also ripped and a pair of worn out converse. My outfit didn't seem the best fit for today's life but I really didn't care how I looked.

Walking towards the kitchen to get some breakfast, I started to hear a rattling noise out in the front door. "damn it" I murmured . I knew it could be some group traveling in search of food.

I peeked through the door and nothing. I let out a relief breath.

I went into the kitchen and took out two Pop Tarts and poured a glass of apple juice in a glass. I walked over to the wood table in the corner of the kitchen and sat down. While eating, I heard another rattle but this time in the back door. After moments of constant rattling it just stopped. Moments later came a voice . "Hello?"

I just sat there , still then again.

"Uhh.. is anyone in there?"

That voice had a weird accent to it. As well sounded like a .. Boy.