Darkness

I sat down in the quad, looking around. People were happy. The other kids were playing handball, and some of the older ones were arguing on which kids' car was better. But I knew this all had to be wrong. This was before. Before killers. Before the world became kill or be killed.

Before I became who I am.

This is my story. The story of how I survived the nuclear apocalypse. The story of my inner demons.

Welcome to my darkness.