Havoc - Zayn Malik a.u

One

My name is Aubrey Williams. I am temporarily living in the so "famous" Chester, Pennsylvania. You would imagine me being your typical white girl of the 2000s, correct? Is it the last name? Well I hate to break it to you, I'm not. In fact, I was born in Santa Cruz, California; however, I come from Hispanic heritage. Both my parents are from Durango, Mexico. It is kind of stupid of me to even refer to my hometown or any place as a city, anymore. Ever since 2023, civilization has been destroyed.

As of June 15, 2023 all sorts of government, ruling, and rights were completely destroyed and no longer valid. The government drastically fell and there was nothing left to do. Some of the most important leaders all across the globe were assassinated or they simply vanished. Society was getting out of control. What did that lead to? War. War between friends, neighbors, and even families.

Mexico was the first country to become corrupt. Nothing was working out correctly. My mother being pregnant with me thought it would be best to immigrate to the U.S. in seek of a better future for the three of us as a family. When they finally arrived in Santa Cruz, California they realized it was just as terrible as back home. They had no other choice but to stay for a while and wait till my birth. My parents managed to live in harsh conditions for months until I was a year old. Then, is when their journey started.

Mama and papa started heading towards the other side of the United States. Traveling in an unknown country simply led them to another foreign region. Little did they know they had reached the most dangerous part existing, the city Chester of Pennsylvania. They ran out of supplies and had no more energy to keep going. As for me, I was growing up and they had no more ideas of what "safety" they could provide for me anymore.

Here we are, seventeen years later. It is now year 2040, and my father has been terribly ill for the past week. The three of us have been living in one of the many abandoned and destroyed buildings left standing. It seemed as if just yesterday I had gone out in search of supplies; however, we were once again in desperate need. What urged mama and I the most was some medicine. Any type of pain killer would suffice. My father's sickness was getting to him. It was eating him down to the core. It was as if some dark shadow had cast upon his body and taken complete control. We did not know what it was, but it was not getting any better anytime soon.

Since I am younger and more agile, it is my job to go out on daily hunts for any types of supplies that would benefit us. Papa was obviously sick and mama had to stay to take care of him. I would not want them to risk getting hurt or worse. Besides, I was already used to this type of "job".

Going out to the dead city out of your small "safe zone" sounds as if it were an easy job for anyone, however; only some can truly handle such responsibility. You had to be patient, strong, determined, and most of all have a high tolerance for pain. That is something that I had to learn the hard way over time. You never know what the hell you will run into. There are so many out there. The people out there are in need of the same things as you are. It is a matter of who gets to it first, nonetheless. They carry weapons as you do, but some may own stronger weapons. Every time you go out there, you never know if you will make it out alive. You have to be incredibly audacious to put yourself in such an immense danger.

It only had been a few hours before I finally head out on my search. I had my brown combat boots on and my black backpack on my back filled with an assortment of a few supplies we had left, in case I would need them. I hugged my mama before grabbing my pocket knife. I shoved the pocket knife into its pouch and placed it in the small front pocket of my bag.

"You be careful... sweetheart..." My dad whimpered as he lay on the old, rusty bed we had found in the building. I leaned down and softly planted a kiss on his forehead. His body kept looking more and more limp as the seconds went by. I urged myself to hold back the tears that begged to drop from my eyes, but I could not help it. A few tears had escaped and rolled down my cheeks.

I could not speak with the knot that was now present in my throat. All I could manage to do was nod.

"I love you. Be back safe." My mother spoke quietly.

"Always am, mama. Love you both." I squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

As I headed towards the beat-up door, I turned around and looked at my father one last time before setting foot. I gulped.

"Se fuerte, papa." I whispered quietly.

I shut the door immediately and checked my surroundings. I took in the darkness of the night sky. It was just as cloudy, eerie, and mysterious as the night before. I guess tonight the full moon would not be my guide.