Luna from the Past

CHAPTER 1

YEAR 2025

" You idiots, find her! How the hell did she escape again! Find her now! You little bitch, get back here! " The scumbag yelled at his men. Throwing his fists in the air in frustration. Mad as hell again. 

It is a beautiful thing that I am the very cause of his anger. It was great. I was loving the shit out of it.

All I could do was laugh and run, getting away from them. Yes, I am a very fast runner;  just really didn't have a choice in the matter right now. These idiots caught me last night for whatever reason that they have. So, I kindly escape and stole some canned fruit that I found on the way out. I'd chase me down too if I were in their shoes.

Okay, let me back up a little bit here to tell you part of my 22 years of living on this shitty world. My name is Star Wilson. I'm 5ft 6in, green eyes, red hair that is from the fire pit of hell itself, with a silver streak that was all natural. My mother used to tell me that I had that ever since I was born; never knowing which side I got that from. 

My weight I couldn't tell you that because of the struggle of finding food these days. Though, I guess, I'm kind of healthy considering the circumstances we are all in right now.

Our once beautiful world as we know it, has come to be a big piece of crap now. There was no alien invasion, zombie apocalypse, not even a nuclear war attack. Our world as we know it, is a dead planet. One day it just happened, and things just started dyeing off for no reason. As if everything was getting the life sucked right out of it. No one could figured how it started happening or how it happened. So many question and zero damned answers. Wonderful, right?

Water is really hard to come by these days. If you can find a cactus, you're in luck because a cactus for some reason can hold water inside of it. Now, if you can get the pointy things off of it; it will be as good as gold. Yep, it's a true fact. Look it up, you will see. Well, find a book about it if you can.

Panic happened, fighting started, killing began, then survival kicked in. People were starting to go crazy not thinking straight about how to fix all of this, since our wonderful government didn't do shit about it. Though them, rich bastards didn't even make it the first six months; they were properly someone's next meal. Serves them right. You get it? Hahaha. 

At a rapid rate our home that we called earth is now everyone's new hell. With no future for anyone except for survival at the fittest.

My parents were some type of black ops before the world decided to take a turn for the worst. As soon as I learned how to walk and talk everything changed in my life for the better and for the worst. My parents trained me to be a lethal weapon, a survivalist, a fucking Miss. MacGyver; making sure that I could get out of any situation that came my way. From kicking ass, to being locked into a cell, even down to being tied up. 

Yep, there was always a way when you think there wasn't. Just needing the right tools to do it. Yet, someone like me will come along and prove each and every one wrong. Just so I can say, " I told you so. " Though, trust me when I say there was always a way no matter what the situation you had in front of you at the time.  

People were always after my parents. Before, during, and after the world went to shit; so, my kickass parents trained me at a very young age because of the work that they did. They wanted to make sure that I could take care of myself at any given time growing up. Mom and dad were always testing me in any way that they could until their very last breath.

Don't get me wrong now; I'm grateful that my parents did what they did in training me the way they did; but absolutely despise them for the training methods that they did use on me. To be honest, some were better than others. If I had a choice to make on the punishment or training for whatever reason they saw fit. It was usually the worse out of the two so I could just be done and over with it.