The Evolution

Pain seems to be a close friend of mine. Me and pain, we get along. Pain serves as a reminder that I'm still alive. That I'm still human, and that I haven't turned into one of them. I'm still fighting, breathing, and alive. I shuddered at the thought of them. The cold-hearted robots that took my family and destroyed our home. Their merciless objective, to dominate our planet; our home, or what's left of it. Within a couple of days, they managed to take everything away from me. But that was years ago now it's just a couple of fortunate survivors and me. We live by a motto: KILL or BE KILLED. If you can't kill, then you might as well drop dead on the ground. There's no use of you when you can't do anything. You're just another hungry mouth to feed, and we don't have a lot of food left. The food here is scarce; we can't take any chances or risks. Every month they send us a corpse, a reminder they say. They're just waiting till we give up.