The Shade

Hello, my name is Jesse Stout, the year is 2093. The world ended twenty years ago, I turn twenty the same day as the worlds end. Twenty years ago a disease known as The Shade killed nearly half of the world’s population, and almost all of the super metropolis known once as New York city. This is where I spent my entire life. To be specific, I lived in an old CIA compound that my parents commandeered days after the birth of me, and The Shade.

My parents died six days ago, and they never talked much about the shade. After mourning their death for two days I decided that I wanted to leave the safety of the compound and see the world that I had only heard stories of. I expected my eyes would have to adjust to the light but that was not the case. All around me, as far up as my eyes could see were huge rundown buildings, yet they still stood hundreds of stories high, blocking out the sun. Every several feet stood a dim street light, flickering under the power of story old generators running on fumes. I'm horrified when I see the skeletons scattered along the pot-hole infested road, and in crashed cars. I didn't think I could be any more shocked when I realized that they had been picked clean of skin, muscle, and tendon, not even a speck of blood remaining on them.