Decimate

Gideon.

His name was a cruel reminder of the emotions his "saviors" felt for him. He was nothing but a burden, a life that had destroyed their entire world.. not that there was much left, anyways.

He was constantly told about a destruction that fell upon the land, those in his compound calling it the wrath of God.. though he believed none of it. Nuclear warfare had ripped the world to shreds, leaving nothing but a radiation plagued wasteland in its wake. One large military base had survived the battles, however, and none had ventured outside their fences. None were allowed, the guard claiming it to be contaminated.

Until he had appeared, none had seen the outside.

They told a story of a small child crawling to the gates, his clothes tattered and mud stained. Blood had been smeared from his nose to the nape of his neck, and his eyes were hollow with fear and exhaustion. The guard had trained their weapons on him, shouting for him to state his name, but no answer came. The only response he gave them for several minutes was to stare, a small smile starting to crawl across his features.

And then he screamed.

{[Cover by the lovely my_fairytale]}