Security

Prologue

Happy 10 year aniversary of everything going south! With a constantly shifting government and no one able to pass laws, it was apparent that change was bound to happen one way or another. Then the war. Some ass hat declared war on the world. I don't know why he was probably high on meth and shrooms. Well in that moment, every country with a missile to lauched decided to do so. After a week of constant explosions and bombardment, every man and woman who could fight began fighting for their "country." Eventually most people got sick of the hellish conditions and began to turn on each other just to survive. It was simple! Kill whoever had what you wanted or needed and boom you now owned their stuff. Of course you have to look out for other people who want your stuff or people who are out for revenge. An easy system. Hello. My name is Max, and I am a resident on this planet and we are all bound to hell. I am 25 and am very lucky to be alive right now, however, my reasons for wanting to remain alive are dwindling. I have a social security card and no possessions to my name except an old hatchet, my clothes, some spare change, and a military knife my father left me before he was killed. You are probably wondering why I mentioned my social security card. Hell they are all that matter anymore. All of your stuff, money, and therefore value are tied to this card. Every item you own and money you have are digitally registered to the card. Some genius in the National Treasury had this idea implemented before he was eventually killed by the Head of the Department of Agriculture. I think the bank man banged the farm man's wife? No idea, i don't give a shit. If you kill someone you take their card and can either A) transfer all there money and item on to your card making you easier to track by bounty hunter or B) keep the dead man's card until you use or sell all of his stuff then transfer credits to your card. Bounty hunters also track how many cards people have so you're fucked either way. I'm out here to kill people, buy my necessities and remain alive. I will document my journey until I am finally released from this god forsaken place. Have a good one! And if you are the one who killed my whole family, I will find you, and I don't care what gender you are, I will make you suffer in the worst ways possible.