I have no name. My named died with the old world. 20 years ago, oil levels started to deplete, sending the world into a state of chaos. World ending wars broke out. Everyone, fighting, executing, enslaving, all just to keep their vehicles running with that magical poison. I was in a early stage of my life then; I was young and inexperienced. All I knew was the world ending and nothing could stop it. Death took men, women, children as its hostage. It did not matter who you were, or if you were ready for a fight. If you came into this new wicked world unprepared, you died. For 20 years, Maniacs and murders have ruled the world they created.
All the pathetic thoughts that used to run through my head were now replaced with concern for ammunition count and food intake. Rarely do I have to interact with others now, unless they are trying to kill me, or the other way around, but I liked it that way. Everyday I wake up, and the need to fight and defend myself begins. But I'll kept fighting. Fighting is in my veins now.
And I was going to fight until my last breath.
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