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Prologue
Duncan's P.O.V
The last man on Earth.
To most, it would seem like the greatest privilege on Earth. That's what I thought, but I was horribly wrong. All humans had been wiped out from existence except for me. I was the only one smart enough to keep myself alive. It started out with a spark, and then ended in a flame. Greed, money, and success have led this world into what it is now. A dark, barren wasteland. Humans have practically killed each other off for these components that could actually only serve us a little time. I describe it as if it was cannibalism. You get in my way, I'll kill you and 'eat you up'. If that didn't kill them, poverty did. I can't remember the last time I saw the sun shining.
When I was a little boy, the sun used to shine every day, that is, until this stupid race against humanity started. The rules were simple. Everyone for themselves. No exceptions.
But, what driven them to this climaxing point? It was the feel from it all; the feel that you were on the top of the world and the person next to you wasn't. "Idiots." I thought out loud, kicking away a pile of rubbage on my path. Where I was going? I'm not so sure myself. Shelter, food, comfort. I've been living like this for the past 4 months, only surviving off of the useless junk that I could find.
Oh, by the way, I'm Duncan. Duncan Carter. I remember when I used to be somebody… But now I'm just a teenager with unnaturally colored hair, and in desperate need of a bath. I used to have friends. Friends who could back me up whenever I ended up on the streets like this when I got out of Juvie, but they too have caught up in this wicked system of things.
You know, I'm not such a bad guy. I'm actually much smarter than I'm giving credit for. Well duh, how do you think I survived?
Snapping out of my train of thought, I tilted my head upwards to see that I have wandered off to my parents place. I sneered at the locations. My parents. I hated them ever since I was five. They never believed in me and my abilities. They just thought that I was just some useless delinquent who would never go anywhere in life. Well, where are they now?
Dead, and just a memory.
It seems as if I'm living in a horror movie. Dark, mucky, air; a foggy, depressing scenery. Just need a crazy psycho killer and the story will be complete. But there's none of THOSE around there. Sometimes I wish that there was. Sometimes I just wish that someone would just end my life so I wouldn't have to. But, no. I had to be stuck here alone.
Taking one last look at the barren house, I decided to walk somewhere else. It seemed like days until I got to the pub, the local trading place in my town. If you listen hard enough, you can still hear the angry customers, arguing over the best products. I deeply sighed, moving on to my next destination. Silence was all I heard, not even the slightest gust of wind.
It was hard. I couldn't do this anymore. I felt like I wanted to pass out and stay there for the rest of my life. I decided to set camp in the forests where it was serene, and calming.
And then it came, like a flash of lighting during a snowstorm. Quick and unexpected.
A silver arrow whizzed pass my chest, slightly tearing my shirt.
Was I shocked?
Who wouldn't be?
I was astonished, and dumbfounded by what had just taken place before me. Another arrow was shot, slightly catching me in the arm and that's when I had to come to the realization,
That I was not alone.