Wastelands

PROLOGUE:
After a few days, our bodies began to shake, begging for food, or something to consume to give us energy, but we had none. We had nothing, but a little bit of hope and each other. Everything else was stripped clean, like bathing in a bath of holy water, washing away all of our sins and evil deeds. After all, we didn't care anymore. Our hearts were gone, replaced with broken fragments of old memories, thoughts, and images that didn't make sense. All we knew, is that we had to survive. Bloody, broken, and bruised, but we had to make it. We had to pull through, and make it to Paradise. How? Only god knows. Right now, we're stuck in the Wasteland, with no idea how to get out.