Waste Land

INTRO

With this story I cannot start at the beginning. The beginning had been forever lost in the void far past memory. Let's start with me. I'm five foot short, 17 years old, long dark hair, dark eyes, small frame, and quite muscular. In this world you have to be. It's the only way you'll survive. You have to run fast, climb fast, and hide fast. Only worry about yourself. If you're putting people before you, you will die. That's just how it is here now. I'm not quite sure why the new world is like this. I remember my parents telling me stories before the outbreak. They said it was peaceful, the sky was blue, the buildings stood tall and proud, and the traffic was terrible. There were meadows of flowers and flowing rivers. They said there were many other people. I haven't seen any since my brother ran off and my parents died. I don't care much for people. I had a friend once but she go pulled apart by the monsters. On quiet nights you can hear them screeching in the distance. It's the lullaby of this world. And then there's him; Casen. I came across him on a supply run and he won't leave me alone even though i insisted that if he stay with me he will surely end up dead. He just cocks his head letting his overgrown mess of black silk fall over his face, and smiles at me. It makes me so mad. It's like he doesn't care if he lives or dies. And i can't stop him because he's at least a foot taller than i am, more muscular, and his frame is about twice the size of mine. So i'm stuck with this large, annoying weight following me around wherever I go.