Wastelands

A 14 year old boy named Michael has his entire world changed and flipped so suddenly. From surviving Highschool, to surviving an apocalypse of beasts with no other intent but to kill. This is no zombie apocalypse, in fact Michael would've preferred zombies.

Not only does Michael battle with beasts, but he also has to battle with bisexuality. How could he ever love someone in a world like the one he lives in?

(Not finished)

"...Rachelle," Michael said.

"Hm?" She didn't face him, she was focused on what was ahead.

"How do you...handle seeing so much death?" Michael asked.

Rachelle pondered for a moment.

"I don't know Michael...I don't think I really handle it," she said, leaving Michael confused for a moment, "the thing is, I can't handle it, but if I chose not to keep pushing, I'd only add more death."

They continued walking.

"You have to keep hoping...how I see it is, if we keep pushing to the very end, we might just get to see the world rebuild." She smiled, and just for a moment, instead of looking for monsters, she looked to the sky.

"If no one pushes through it, there will be no other side, this will be it..." she returns to focusing on the road ahead.