Hey guys, I got this account to read a lot of stories but then I wanted to write one, hence this. Sorry if I have grammar errors. I'll try my best.
Prologue
New York was a great city, thrown into ashes by a scientist's design for mechanical limbs. He wanted them for helping those who had lost them through accedents or in war, but the government shut him down. They took his design and advanced it to make humans able to rule over earth with an iron fist. But they were stopped by they're own creations and a revolt began, and in the heart of New York the final battle was won by the rebals. Making New York their home, they began to rebuild until the city was bombed. It was to wipe them out but all it had done was destroy the city to rubble and isolate the people in it.
Chapter one
I wasn't in the revolt, I was in the sewers crying waiting for it all to stop. Waiting for my parents to wake up. It was soon that the rebels retreated to the sewers and found me. I didn't look at their faces even when I felt the concerned stares on me.
I woke, smelling the ash of New York. As I opened my eyes I looked to a person standing above me. His face was broad and dark skinned, he was focused on my arm as if was working on it.
'it must be my biomechanics, they must of been damaged' I thought, lifting my other arm to rub my face, but I stopped. Looking at the metal that was my arm, I realized what he was working on was my only good arm. Remembering what happened to it I looked at it with doubt that my ripped off arm would accept the biotech.
As he finished my arm I thanked him and went out to the burning city. It looked as if it was a fire pit, lit and now dying down. I walked the ruined streets, passing torn down buildings and destroyed cars. Not knowing what to door where to go, I walked on without reason, turning down streets I didn't know walking past places forgotten by everyone. I walked on, meeting the shore and following it down. Back down to the small encampment I had woken to. Still not knowing what I'd do, I looked around and helped those who were building what they would be calling home. I watched as families reunited and also found some were lost to the war.
I walked back to the technician who had bioteched my arm. As I walking in he greeted me in a Jamaican accent I didn't pick up the first time.
"oih, little mahn what can I do for ya?" he laid his hands down on his knees.
Chapter one point five, because it didn’t post.
I raised my shoulders, not knowing how to ask. “Well where ya sleep’n?” I shrugged again “Well this would be duh part where I tell you the rules and show ya your bed” he smiled, his face wrinkling up, having smiled many times before. “But I’ll just skip that first part and show ya your bed.” he turned and unlocked the door behind him “come come” he said, walking in. I followed him, seeing the piles of items, cluttering the room. The man stopped to push nic nacs to the side, making a path to the back. once we reach the areas with beds I realized that the beds were 4 beautiful cloth hammocks, three of which were messy with things. We quickly uncovered one of them, taking piles of old newspapers, books, even magazines. The old man stopped, looking at a photo. “My wife,” he turned the photo so I could see the dark skinned lady in the photo. “Beautiful isn't she? I miss her so.” he set it down, balanced on a mound of nic nacs. “Well, time to be getting to bed.” he said, laying down facing the wall. I laid down, looking at the picture, the lady was standing in what looked like the area we were in now, only a lot less mess.
