the Angel of the forgotten world

by weasel AKA boundedsumo

a Child born in a world that had died over two centuries ago, now a grown woman she wanders remants of the old world. losing hope that she will find purpose, she walks with her companions alone to the city of new York hoping to find something to give her a purpose in this empty life. little does she know is that when she reaches the city she will find her purpose, in another world.

1. Intro

Prologue:

Forest

The winding path moved along the forest floor, weaving endlessly among the flower beds of roses. Petals decorated the path and bathed it in fluid red color along with the dirt. Walking through the fragrant landscape to reach... no where, no where to go. There was never anywhere to go, just to walk down paths and broken streets was what there was. No set paths, no rules, no people to criticize what you have done, nothing, just walk, don't think and keep walking.

No purpose, before when there was purpose, if there was purpose even then, could probably have done something besides walking. But the fallen ships changed that, now there was nothing, people are gone, cities are hollow, forests retaking the land of man. The ships also being taken by nature and the beings in them died alone. The path stopped at the edge of the forest, overlooking the place known in the old world as New York. Soft breathing, chest rising and falling with each breath, moisture from the forest mist dripped from hair and glided down bare skin. Hair flowing with the wind and shoulders relaxing, fingers gripped around an old world assault rifle with half of it's magazine empty from a mans last ditch effort to survive.

The girl, 19 years of age, looked at the setting sun over the city, casting the dead place in a golden glow. She stepped under a tree, she undressed out of her damp clothing, each piece clung to her skin. Afterwords the girl took out her make shift bedding and pressed it on the ground, she took out her flint and steel and started a fire to cook and keep her warm in the cold nights. When the sun set the girl kindled her flame and slipped into the internal warmed cot and drifted asleep.

This girl is what she believes the last person alive in the new world, she wonders why she was born in this dead world where only animals and plants survive. An old G36C, an energy weapon from one of the fallen ships, and a hawk was her only companions. She will arrive at the old City New York, and begin her life... She is...

The Angel of the forgotten world