Ch. ~ 1
Once Upon A Time…
…The earth was alive. Greenery sprouted everywhere, and plants and animals and humans lived in harmony. There was a natural order to things that had been respected since the very dawn of time. Man was not the top of the food chain, but neither was he the bottom. There was an unspoken law that every being knew in their hearts…
The world is a dark, scary place, one where when something went bump in the night, you used whatever you had as a weapon. If you were in an unknown area, somewhere you didn't know your surroundings, you kept your eyes peeled for any possible dangers. This was the age of Man when darkness was a solid, divine force that could kill you in an instant. But, slowly, those times faded away. As Man began to discover things like fire, weapons, and communication, they no longer had to rely on their primal instincts. Now, they could walk along without a care in the world, without the fear of being killed by something hiding in the shadows. Time passed, roads and lights came into being, and weapons became more sophisticated, less glitchy. Man lost that vital part of what made them human…..Vulnerability.
Sure, there are always those who are deemed paranoid, or those called psychotic, or schizophrenic. But, more often than naught, they are misunderstood. Their senses are hightened, they know there's more going on than what everyone else sees. I was one of those people…and I was scorned for it once the war started.
Before the "war", as I call it, my family pretty much ignored me…they thought I was crazy, and maybe I was. But, if it hadn't been for me being "crazy," I would have been lost along with everyone else I knew. And it all started with a simple knock on the door.