A/N: I've decided to do a little drabble sort of series based on an idea I had. They are all POST DOOMSDAY, so don't read it if you don't want to be spoiled. Like I said, it will be a drabble series, but all the drabbles will correspond to each other. So it will be a story told by very short simple chapters. I don't know how far I'll get with this. We'll just have to see.
David Allan Tyler. It was a rather plain name. David was a Hebrew name, meaning beloved. Allan was a name he had inherited from his Grandfather, which meant handsome, and Tyler was just his Mother's last name. He was born happy and healthy April 18, 2007 to a single mother, and a man who he was always taught to love like a Father...even though it had never felt quite right. Born with brown, fuzzy hair and brilliant blue green eyes like his mother, he was a beautiful child. Pale skin, like any proper British citizen, and a smile that could brighten the whole room.
But it wouldn't take long for the smile to fade or his brilliant bright eyes to darken. Because David Allan Tyler would never live a normal life.
