Rose & Sun {} JOHNTENYONG

Act 1: Diary.

c. 2032

Dear Diary,

The government's plan fucking worked. Those fucking bastards. Don't you know the consequences of nuclear war? My parents are dead. My best friend is dead. Everything's FUCKING dead. Good news, though, we burned every suburban town and every Karen in it. Watched it burn and crumble. So, so fun. You left us with no one in power. We killed all the fucking cops because the stupid leaders in this broken world died in the explosion. Total anarchy.

So beautiful.

After you left this damned world, we burned it. Aren't you happy? Isn't this what you wanted to see? To watch the world burn? Well, we're giving it to you. We'll see how you like it when you're no longer the king of the Earth. We never had a say in your 'democracy'. We were all puppets being controlled by white supremacists. By rigged elections. Racist pigs. All of them. We had no choice but to burn your beautiful structures.

My mother always told me to do what was right. She's dead, now. Because of your stupidity. We get it. You were dropped as a kid. Don't have to flaunt it. Should I send you a 'get well soon' card for your sick actions? The only right thing to do is to help others.

Mom, I have an idea. I'm writing as I think.

You always told me to go to the people who will help when I'm in danger. What if I'm the help? You always talked about starting a food drive and helping others because it felt good. Will it make me feel good? If I help people?

The number of orphans has skyrocketed. It's sad, Mom. I want to take care of everyone but I can't even find enough food for myself. Maybe I could find people to help me! I'm sure there's at least 1 good person in this world. Right?

Mom, I'm scared to go outside. Gangs have been forming. But, I need food and water. I don't want to get shot. I don't know how to use a gun. The last time I saw Dad he handed me a gun and some ammo and told me to run for the hills. I'm an adult, I could've handled it.

But I feel like a kid again, Mom.

Mom, there's someone outside the door, Im scared. Mom help me please i don't know what to do im scared. i think he has a gun. at least I'll see you in heaven mom, i love you. they're opening the door. I'll be okay mom. i miss you. I'll see you soon.

"You look like a fucking mess."

Head to toe in medieval armour that he probably stole from a museum, a very tall man stood at the doorway with a Kalashnikova Model 1947 in his grasp. Flipping open the visor on his helmet, he gave a thumbs up.

"Looks like someone won the lottery of life."

"Is that a diary?"

"N-No! What makes you think that?" He slammed the notebook shut, hiding it behind himself.

"That's totally a diary," The taller man laughed, "May I come in?"

"Do you have food?"

"I have connections"

"That doesn't answer my question."

"It's an answer to a question."

"True but-"

"Can I come in?"