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I stare down at the mound of dirt in front of me topped with a cross."father you said that people lived for others, if thats true  then i don't know my reason anymore, but i know that me dead is the last thing you want so i will continue and see if i can find another reason to suffer in this wasteland."i walk away empty, no anger, no sadness, nothing because when he died what ever was left in me died with him.

For the next few weeks or so i carried a normal routine i wake up then set out scavenging i would only have one small meal before i went out. At the end of every week i would take what i had and trade it at the market or thats what its called but its just an area where people would set up blankets and show off prices and sales. It was mutual that if this place was attacked everyone would help defend as i had helped out a few times before.

I walked over to the few people that had a stand as they had better products found my main source and asked him for the usual he handed me a bag of food with a grunt and i handed him a few batteries. Batteries had electricity  so they were very valuable and mainly used for trading. I was lucky enough to find a book detailing about how to recharge batteries so i spend time charging dead batteries that you can just ask for.
On my way back i saw someone was chasing someone in a hoodie " i shouldn't get involved could cause more trouble than what its worth" I say to myself. I turn away prepared to head a home but stopped shocked that i was feeling guilty.
"Dammit mom why did you have to raise me so well?" I say as i turn and break into a sprint. As i charged at them i pulled out my knife as i ran towards them i look for the weapon he had. It was a machete in his right hand and an extra knife hung off his belt. He noticed me coming then drew the knife and held it by the blade. I realized it was a throwing knife so i stopped ten feet away and started moving around him. He tried to hit me with the knife but missed so i ran to him and hit his right hand with the pommel of my knife so he released the machete. I caught the machete  aimed it to his stomach and held my knife up to his neck. We were around the same hight so i stared at his eyes with hostility " leave, now" i said he nodded then backed away once he was a safe distance away i turned picked up his throwing knife and found the hooded stranger hiding behind some rubble. As i looked i realized that it was a girl, i was expecting her fave to have an expression of terror but instead it was amusement. She diverted her face a soon as she realized she was  staring." Why was he chasing you" i asked, she raised her left arm to reveal a brand showing that she was a slave
"So you tried to run away?" I asked again, she nodded. I contemplated on what to do with her but the same guilt happened when i thought of leaving her "screw you intuition" i whispered so she wouldn't hear i sighed " whats your name?" I ask " Sarah" she said " Sarah, huh, well from now on you're going to help me" she nodded "okay then follow me, the names Kyle"

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