Chapter 1
The sun beat down on my back as i walked along the foul, woebegotten road. The weight of my backpack created an ever prickling pain in my shoulders. The remnants of humanity surround my path as i walk. We are a truely disgusting and wasteful race. Plastic and sludge dominated the majority of my view, as i walked toward the city. The sounds of my walking breathing are the only signs of life i perceive. Over turned flame eaten carcusses of cars litter the road i walk along. They are the constant reminder of the Disaster three years ago.
I should not be here. No one else is and it is easy to see why. The air right after the incident was almost unbreathable from the evidence i have found. All of the animals are dead or have flead to one of the neutral zones to compete in their overpopulated ecosystems and eventually thrive or starve. All most nothing lives in the wasteland we humans have created. Some things are coming back. I do see the occasional rat or cockroach, but even they know where to avoid the new dangers. So, the closer i get to the city, the fewer signs of life i see. It makes sense. I would avoid those terrors if i had any sense of safety whatsoever, but i want to get out of this trash filled, barren, decaying place.
The terrors are bad enough to want to get out, but the silence is worse. I went crazy before the Disaster even began. Eight days lying on a morgue floor alive but unable to move as the nurses who left you there continue to roll in more of the dead and dying will do that to a person. I would like to think that i am becoming more stable and sufficently taking car of myself now, but frankly i am tired of only talking to myself. After a few months of solitude, i ran out of good conversation starters.
So, i will fight my natural and sane instincts to run as far away as i possibly can from the place where this mess all started out for me and walk toward the fuming pile of metal and plastic that was once called a city. It wasn't the best place to live. It had pollution and gang violence and drug trafficing and other such bad things. It also and some of the worlds most advanced hospitals and buisness headquarters. The local sports teams were world renound and it had ten casino boats lining the river if athletics weren't your thing. But if you looks underneath their progress and presteige you would see the only thing truely beautiful in the entire mass of concrete and metal, the history.
The sun beat down on my back as i walked along the foul, woebegotten road. The weight of my backpack created an ever prickling pain in my shoulders. The remnants of humanity surround my path as i walk. We are a truely disgusting and wasteful race. Plastic and sludge dominated the majority of my view, as i walked toward the city. The sounds of my walking breathing are the only signs of life i perceive. Over turned flame eaten carcusses of cars litter the road i walk along. They are the constant reminder of the Disaster three years ago.
I should not be here. No one else is and it is easy to see why. The air right after the incident was almost unbreathable from the evidence i have found. All of the animals are dead or have flead to one of the neutral zones to compete in their overpopulated ecosystems and eventually thrive or starve. All most nothing lives in the wasteland we humans have created. Some things are coming back. I do see the occasional rat or cockroach, but even they know where to avoid the new dangers. So, the closer i get to the city, the fewer signs of life i see. It makes sense. I would avoid those terrors if i had any sense of safety whatsoever, but i want to get out of this trash filled, barren, decaying place.
The terrors are bad enough to want to get out, but the silence is worse. I went crazy before the Disaster even began. Eight days lying on a morgue floor alive but unable to move as the nurses who left you there continue to roll in more of the dead and dying will do that to a person. I would like to think that i am becoming more stable and sufficently taking car of myself now, but frankly i am tired of only talking to myself. After a few months of solitude, i ran out of good conversation starters.
So, i will fight my natural and sane instincts to run as far away as i possibly can from the place where this mess all started out for me and walk toward the fuming pile of metal and plastic that was once called a city. It wasn't the best place to live. It had pollution and gang violence and drug trafficing and other such bad things. It also and some of the worlds most advanced hospitals and buisness headquarters. The local sports teams were world renound and it had ten casino boats lining the river if athletics weren't your thing. But if you looks underneath their progress and presteige you would see the only thing truely beautiful in the entire mass of concrete and metal, the history.
