Chapter 2

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Both sides have the natural arrogance of a five year old. They believe in a mythical spirit that has never been seen. They report feelings that can be explained by science. Every example of religion can and has been countered by science. No this is not me being stubborn. I have findings, and if you truly want to find out, look them up. It is not difficult to understand. Yet millions still prefer personal arrogance and ignorance. 

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I lost my faith when my father died. He was the last one to pass. When the faith of my family, took what I loved most, I snapped. I vowed to destroy the vile monster that crippled the life of my family. Though I am only 21, I am the sole survivor of my family.

 Thus being the sole survivor, I have lost my sense of hope. My sense of love. My emotions in general. Many call me animalistic. I say I am minimalistic. I run on my basic instincts. Feed. Keep myself out of danger. Yet, I keep focused on one goal. To solve this damn war.

Many people ask, why the hell would you continue to live like an animal, when you could be living your life? Why would you keep a single goal that can never be achieved single-handedly, rather than find the love of your life and make a family? I have one answer. Revenge.

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