47 capítulos Concluído I haven't... I haven't seen the sun, not in a very long long time...
I remember how it felt against my skin, the heat, how it would use to blind me.
I haven't seen plants, trees, grass, the ocean, a lake, an animal.
I've never been outside, it's the same for all of us, us survivors. The world went to hell, to war 72 years ago against brains and brauns, scientist created a bomb that was suppose to end the war but instead it destroyed the world. But there where survivors, we've been living underground in our base camp we call "underworld", it's total hell down here.
Recently some of us go back to the surface 20ft above, some don't come back, the ones that do come back, they talk about people, people like us but far from a civil mind, we call them the rabids.
I never thought I'd see one, ever, that when it's safe to go up that I'd get to see the sun again, people call me crazy cause I still train myself to go up even if I'm to small, I don't fit their expectations. Not all of us do.
But shit goes down when we capture a rabid from the surface.
