Illegitimi non carborundum.
-Don't let the bastards grind you down-
The world is a beautiful land you know? It has Tall glittering buildings. White clouds that paint the sky.
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That was then, everything is different now. Highways and boulevards litter the land. Cars submerge all things beautiful and natural. The Earth reeks of ignorance and mistakes made by humans. 16 years I've been on this Earth and I've learned one thing. Don't expect anything from anyone. That's the only way I'm not disappointed.
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When I was eight my mom died. Three years after the world turned to shit. I can't say that I miss her; I mean I barely knew her I can only remember tiny snip-its. I got my dark black hair from her, and my full-pouty lips. Her pale skin (which I also inherited) made her more ghost like when she was alive. I feel nothing when I think of her, but my father is a whole other topic. He's also dead. He died when I was 14. Since my father was the only parent I had, I bonded to him. I remember this ritual we had, he would play "Pocket Full of Sunshine" while we ate breakfast. Every morning we would dance and sing and giggle. It was his way of keeping me positive. I didn't know it then, but I'm truly grateful. It's been 2 years since he died. 8 since my mom died, and eleven since the world turned into a wasteland.
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The weeks leading up to the United States Governments collapse were complete chaos. Crime rates where through the roof. Riots were constantly breaking out. It seemed that everyone had finally broken.
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Humanity was extinct.
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My friends and neighbors left town. My father decided to stay. I disagreed, I couldn't understand why he'd chosen to isolate us. Everyone I knew went to Texas. Camps and shelters had been set up to help others. After 4 weeks of wishing we would've left I heard the news. A bomb had been dropped in Texas. All of my friends were dead. When I told my dad, he wasn't surprised. He knew, somehow he knew something bad would happen.
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It's interesting how easily mankind can go back to the dark ages. I remember a few years ago I had to write a report over Lord of The Flies. I wrote about William Golding and his use of metaphors, and symbolism that conveyed the imperfections of man kind. Humanity failed because of the government. It's like chopping the head off of a chicken. You don't expect the body to function much longer, and even while it is functional for those few seconds it's complete chaos. That's what has happened here. The head was cut off and we are currently experiencing those few seconds of chaos.
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