Damaged Soul

Chapter One---Dark Age

Complete darkness. Everywhere was dark...from morning through to night, there was never any sunlight. It was a dark era for mankind, or at least what was left of civilisation. There was a reason behind the era of dark but not a single living soul understood why.

 

The year was 2046 but the time was known as the dark ages. Made the time seem like it was centuries ago instead of when it really was.

 

There were miles and miles of empty land between small villages where some survivors managed to live in. There were a few forests in between each village but nothing too drastic in size.

 

The villages looked old fashioned rather than modern. Wooden huts with a stone or pebble base. Some huts even had straw roofs. Nevertheless the huts were good enough to live in for some people. People would rarely stay in the same village for more than a week, with fear of being found and killed by the numerous problems with this Dark Age. Each village had several types of people in separate huts, these groups were known as;

The handymen. The people good with crafting, building and hunting down animals for food.

The wise shits. The smartest of all people but yet had trouble talking to people as they always ended up insulting them.

Animal friendly. There name speaks for themselves really...they are good with befriending animals. All kinds of animals.

Archers. Again speak for themselves. They use ranged weapons such as bows, crossbows and even slingshots for the lighter tasks.

The list goes on for about 5 more groups or something like that.

 

Unfortunately, we don’t live in a village because we don’t fit in. We have to live up in the forests and live rough by doing everything ourselves with minimal supplies and poor conditions. Our names are Sam and Daniel.

 

Sam the boy’s name. Ironically, despite the fact that it’s completely dark all the time, Sam was still scared of the dark. Not so scared that he wouldn’t go out or even open his eyes to the dark. Just scared enough to never feel safe, always be on edge and shake all the fucking time. His fear of the dark makes it hard for him to show off, because Sam loves to show off. Once he even cut a chunk of skin of to impress a girl that he was fearless...that didn’t end well. Turned out the girl loved human flesh or some shit like that so she tried to kill Sam but he fought her off. Finally he loves his close combat. He owns a dagger, several swords and an axe type weapon.

 

Danny, on the other hand, had some more advanced features. Firstly he’s very technical. Even though he had nothing technological, he always found a way to explain everything he did in a complicated and technical way in which only he could understand. Danny’s a ranged fighter so he owns bows, slingshots (rarely used them though) and sometimes, if he was so lucky to find one, a low powered gun. He’s an extremely fast runner and if there was a marathon he would win it...or at least come within the top five. The fact that Danny is fast helps when out running danger, but that’s not all that helps him. Danny is not an idiot so with his brain and all the obstacles in our way he finds the smartest move to outrun enemies. This makes his final trait a trickster. Probably the best one to go along with his ranged fighting skills.

 

That’s us, Sam and Danny. Well we’re also related because we are brothers. We always have each other. We travel together, eat together, craft weapons together and so on. The only bad thing is we are homeless and have been since this bitch of an era began! No survivor we find will take us in or join us. They all seem to think we are crazy for some unknown reason. Well life goes on and we try our best to survive. Hell we should be doing a good job because we’re still alive aren’t we?

Authors Note:

Sorry its quite short people, but this was just the first chapter so I needed to open the story without giving anything away for later on in the story. Don't worry, I plan for the next chapter to be at least two times this chapter in size.