The Forthcoming

Life's good

I was going to die.

I had given up on living. Hope was fiction, it didnt exist in this world. The hills which were once pine green were now desertified, the water flowing through river lyles had evaporated faster than Bolts 100m. The only company I have for myself are two dirt cockroaches and a crested pigeon, which made a ringing noise when it took off, I named it George. I valued a glass of water much more than gold at this point. It was survival of the fittest from here on forward. The soil beneath me is dead. The salt content is far too high for anything to grow. How did I get here? I thought.

Let me take you through my journey.

I was walking down the streets of Neopolis, wearing a black leather jacket and some faded jeans. Money was good, The  house was good, I didnt have a care in the world. I would spend money on the things I never needed, things like a car I didnt drive. but..