My mud felled boots walked a slow, rythmic pace in the alley way.
I would look at my rifle, a part of my body for the last few years.
It protected me and i used it to kill.
The grayish sky of san franciso was cracked my a stream of rain and i ducked into a broken down house. I set my helmet on a table and i walked into the kitchen.
I checked the pantry and sighed.
"No food, like most homes"
I took off my shirt and streched my abs,the dark scar from when i was shot was still visble on my left side.
I would pull out a bottle of bleach and salt and clean the wound on my neck.
The bleach would burn it and i applied salt to it so the wound was sterile and clean.
I bandaged it and threw on my shirt and grabbed my rifle.
I hopped over a couch and settled in the corner of a room, falling asleep quickly
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Mach 7
Science Fictionit changed 10 years ago I was 7 when everything changed they came from the sky,a black wall against the bright summer sky everyone I loved is dead now America is a minor of what it used to be I'm part of the new republic army who I believed was the...
