The Day After Tomorrow (Still on Hiatus)

Day One

Present Day 

I have forgotten what month it was. I lost track four years ago. At least, I think that's how long it's been. Because like I said, I lost track. 

Things are no different here in America. We still have no president, and our whole country is fighting for survival. No one is rich here, but the only things we have that you could be rich with is skills - survival skills and food, but rarely did someone have those. In my city, Takoma, Washington, there was too much to fear, and too much to handle. People said that we wouldn't last more than a year, but me and my city have managed for at least more than three. I'm not sure how long it's been, but that doesn't matter, at the moment. 

My city wasn't very big in population. It was thirty people the most, the rest were killed during the bombings. Our city used to be the biggest in the state, now it was the only city in the state. 

My name is Kyla Davis, and I was born on May fifth, nineteen-ninety-four. I grew up in this city, and I watched it crumble down into pieces. I lost my family when the war began - due to a Mistle landing on them. I now live closer to the woods of my city, and protect them from people like the Razors.

The Razors are cannibals that will eat you in under thirty minutes. They have no mercy, and will never even take a second glance at you before they tear you to shreds. They even sharpen their teeth to the point where if you touch them, it would draw blood. I lost one of my people to them; I knew her, too. Her name was Scarlet Johnson, and she was one the nurses we have here. She didn't deserve to die the way she did, and I felt like a failure. I was supposed to protect people like her, and I didn't. 

But I didn't have time to pity myself. I killed the man, ripped him piece by piece, and burned him. People like him deserved death, and should be shown no mercy. 

Some people fear me in my city. I may be nineteen (I think), but I had more skills than most of the forty year old men that live in this country. No one came near me, usually. Unless it was to bring me food, or tell me about patients that have come down with illnesses, I was usually the outsider; one that stuck out like a sore thumb. It was lonesome, sometimes, but I knew it was better that way. I couldn't get attached - I wouldn't get attached. I was better off alone, and I knew in my mind, that that was the way it was going to be from now on. And it's not that I don't want people to help me, but I wouldn't want people to do what I do, to have to have that much stress like I do. My city already has enough stress, they don't need anymore. 

"Kyla," a voice murmured out, making me turn around with caution. You don't know what - or who - you will face nowadays, so it's better to be too cautious, than not cautious at all. I sighed when I saw that it was only one of the nurses, Hayley, and gave her a nod in expectance. "We have run low of food, and we are all starving." She winced, making me frown. I had just gotten food, hadn't I? "How did we go through that much in so little time?" I asked, and she shrugged, which made me a bit angry. 

"Well, I guess I'll have to go get some." I grumbled, grabbed my backpack (we had a store that handmade them), and turned back towards Hayley. "Keep an eye out, okay? The last thing I need is a Razor coming in." I said with no emotion, and watched Hayley give me a petrified nod. I walked out towards the woods, making sure my dagger was secured on my hip, and easy to access in case of emergency. Not many people had daggers, so I was lucky enough to be able to surprise my attackers.

Finding food was one of the toughest things to do. The Razors ate most of the animals (they mostly eat humans, but they do eat animals when people don't come around for a while). It's been harder, because i can feel winter coming, and I know most of the animals are searching for warmer places, so I know I will be gone for days at the most.