Tarik's PoV -
I walked and I walked, bodies covered the ground. The smell of blood and decomposing humans tainted the air, scavengers made meals of what they could, all in all it was a horrible scene. I glanced around me, looking for survivors, like myself.
I wasn't doing this out of the kindness of my heart, I was only looking for other survivors to survive myself. I had been hired by the government to find and then turn in any survivor I found. Males tended to fetch a higher price than females but at this rate I would take any that I could get. I had to find someone or else I would be the one carted away to the government office.
Months before a Great War erupted. Country after country launched missiles, bombs, and biological weapons at each other. The sky's darkened and the rain turned black. It was horrible. One after the other started to get sick and eventually die. Only some were immune to all this, one being me. I had already turned in countless others but as the days wore on, it became harder and harder to find survivors.
I knew my life would soon come to an end whether from starvation or from whatever the government was doing. Everything was either dead or slowly dying. The only foods left were a few scrawny animals and wilted plants. I trudged along but my stomach growled in want of food. Then I heard a small noise, maybe it was some animal that I could cook. The closer I got the more agonizing the cries became, whatever it was was hurt badly.
I traced the noise to an old bunker that hadn't fully held when a bomb fell on it. The door already stood open and off its hinges so I stepped carefully inside, watching for debris above me. I heard the sound again, fainter this time. The only shelter in this entire place was a cabinet so I made my way over to it. With an anxious inhale of breath I opened the door to the cabinet, inside lay an obviously wounded soldier with beautiful white hair.
I gasped, he looked so perfect. I grabbed onto him and hauled him out of the cabinet where he lay. He winced in pain but seemed thankful to finally be getting some help. His left arm lay at a weird angle and I could tell it was broken. He had a large gash over the majority of his chest and stomach and fresh blood poured out of it. His legs were practically crushed and there was no way he could walk. I quickly wrapped my cloak around the wound to his chest and stomach. The bleeding subsided a little but he let out a groan of pain when I knotted the fabric into place. "Who are you I asked?" not quite sure if he could talk.
He coughed roughly, "I-I'm F-finn," he accidentally spat up a little blood
"I'm Tarik, don't worry I'll help you get better," I gave him a small smile that seemed to calm him down.
I felt kinda bad for this guy, how could I turn him in like this. I knew I had to take him to the government eventually but I wouldn't take him there in the state he was now. I had to nurse him back to health somehow besides I could get more for him when he was in better shape anyway.
So I took the poor guy in my arms and carefully stepped out of that unsafe place before the roof could fall on our heads. The sky outside was still dark and ash still lingered in the air but I felt better somehow. I had found someone but I knew I wasn't happy just for the sake of being safe another week after I turned him in. That actually made me kinda sad to think about but I was happy to have him here with me. He could be my companion for a few weeks while I helped him get better. He made the dark days a little brighter.
I carried Finn to my camp. It wasn't much, just where I stayed when I wasn't out scavenging for food or survivors. I lay Finn gently on my makeshift bed. He groaned in pain. I dug around in my supplies till I found some food, a cooked scrawny squirrel and I split it in half. I gave one half to Finn and for how weak he was he devoured the squirrel in a few famished bites. "W-wow, I h-haven't ate in w-weeks," Finn stated weakly but possibly slightly stronger now.
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