Kaleb,a young 14-year old boy survives alone, in a pathetic excuse for a world. after all off humanity rushed to obtain a mysterious resource that could've helped the entirety of the race survive longer without resources, instead, caused them to use...
"If thou sympathizes for the devil, when he shall cry, Would thou show sympathy for your enemies, when they die? Though bloodlust, benevolence Over takes, You shan't lengthen the sentence, for Your own sake." Kaleb's eyes fluttered open. Kaleb wore a grey camo hoodie with jeans. He had short brown hair with the sides and back shaved but he left the bangs and top long.
Kaleb looked down the trunk if the tree he was sleeping in. He rubbed his eyes and untethered his duffel bag which he had tied to the trunk behind him. All of his supplies were in his bag, his food, water, maps, comic books, and his .35 cal rifle.
But his kukri, oh his kukri never left his side. A kukri is a long knife, slightly smaller than a machete, with the inner curve being the blade.

He slung the duffel bag across his left shoulder and pulled his grey hood over his Denver nuggets hat. A bad team in his opinion but it's where he came from. That's where most of his bonding time with his dad was. Watching basketball...
Kaleb shook his head. That was the old world. This is the new world, he thought as he cautiously climbed down branches.
It was maybe nine in the morning, Kaleb thought to himself. He stepped down on a branch and-Snap! Kaleb dangled, fifteen feet in the air! By his right hand gripping the branch above him, his duffel bag began sliding slowly down his left arm.
His fingers began slipping on the branch, holding the duffel bag by only his three middle fingers. His sweaty fingers were slipping, but the bag was unimaginably heavy!"Fuck it!"he said. He let go of the bag and wrapped his other hand on the branch.
Crunch, snap, creak!! The bag tumbled down snapping branches and bouncing back and forth. Once it hit the ground, his gun inside the duffel bag fired a blank!
He winced, knowing it would attract Skinner's. He reached down toward a branch beneath him. The tips of his fingers brushed the bark, almost there! He had to hurry! He reached further and-. Whoa!!! His other hand above his head skipped loose and he tumbled down thwack, his face smacked hard against a thick branch and he began to fall backwards. Whoa whoa WHOA! Right before he hit the ground, he jerked back up. Almost choking, his sleeve caught on a branch sticking out.
It slightly cut down his arm. The fall wouldn't hurt him now, five feet up, but his sleeve wouldn't come loose when he tugged. He unsheathed his kukri with his other hand and sliced off all of his sleeve that held him back.
Once he fell down he stood up on his knees, nose bleeding from earlier. He put the duffel bag on his back and sighed. Sheathing his kukri as he walked out of the forest toward the city.
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