The Age Of The Apocalypse

Háfthor

This little girl. I think I the other say her name was River. She looks to be 8, but if that were the case she would be a zombie by now. I looked down, remembering I have a combat knife on my thigh. I sighed through the gas mask as it brought back memories of my dad. A former marine, he was my idol, but....then this all happened. He was gone just like that. Out of thin air like a magician's greatest trick, my mom, sadly, suffered the same fate.

I had searched for days, and found only the german shepard that sits at my side now. Dogs must not be affected by the gas, since he's perfectly fine.

This....this apocalypse has been going on for almost a month, and it happened all of a sudden. It was like we were all just puppets on strings in some gods little game. Like we were a toy in some kind of show.

"Excuse me, Mr. Háfthor," I heard river call, "how old are you?" She sat next to me, despite my giant size.

"16, you?" I replied.

"I-....I'm 10...barely."

"What do you mean?"

"T-....this started on my birthday." I could see the tears well in her eyes and on intinct I brought her close.

"Listen, River is it? I know this is hard, and I know I'm asking a lot heee, but your sister and I need you to stay strong." She wiped away the tears and looked up at me.

"Yes sir." She repliednd with a bright look in her eyes