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Prologue

All he could remember was a voice calling out his name before he woke up. He felt the deep between his fingers when he tried to get up, but something was holding him back from waking up. Newton honestly didn't care what it was before he opened his eyes to a massacre. He grimaced when he saw the once bustling city of Central caked in blood. Fire and rubble from what used to be electric blue skyscrapers...everything that was once alive on this world was now ether dead or dying. Newton felt bile rise in his throat when he saw that a woman had been impaled by a metal rod that stuck out of her chest, and he swore he could see her rib cadge. Shit was that a knife plunged into that guys forehead?! His stomach couldn't take it anymore! He was gonna be—

"Hnnngaaagh!"

He was gonna be sick.

"Oh god! Please—Please tell me that this is just a bad dream!" Newton felt a lump in his throat rise when a voice that sounded like sandpaper that was being rubbed against a microphone answered his cries. This wasn't a nightmare...this was reality...and he was so fucked when he saw the a man dressed in leather leaning on what used to be a hover car. " 'A bad dream'? Ha! Oh no my poor delusional friend. I'm afraid that this is what's left  after The Plague."

Newton tried to think back before the end of the goddamned world happened.

"The Plague? Ummm. I'm sorry to tell you this but the last time that I checked everything WASN'T ON FIRE!" Newton frantically jesters to the destruction around them. Because of his current state of mind Newton was positive that if he was going to be killed by the stranger. It would be a blessing in disguise. Speaking of the stranger: Why hadn't he killed him yet?

The stranger cursed when a bloodcurdling scream pierced the silence. "Banshees! Hey you wanna keep living in this lousy world right?" Newton gave him a week smile "Then follow me if you wanna get the fuck out of here!"

Newton didn't complain when he scrambled over the dirt and bodies. He was just grateful that somebody he barely knew would give a shit about a complete stranger. Then he decided that it was time for introductions.

"What's you're name kid?"

"Newton."

The stranger laughed before the Banshee screamed again "I'm Atom 7613 but my friends just call me Cain"

Newton chuckled "You don't have any friends do you?"

Cain gave Newton the biggest shit eating grin that he could muster.

The Banshee was getting closer.