Author's note: Well, Here's my first fanfic, Its not good, But I guess its no bad either so….ON WITH IT! Its pretty short, Since its a prologue.
The end of World War Three?
You're asking me how the end of that is like?
Well, Lemme tell you.
It ain't a paradise, No siree.
See, I lost a ton of things. My house, My land, My friends. Everything's ash black, the continuous patrolling of those cursed soldiers everywhere, killing the resistance that opposes the New Soviet Union or NSU. Who could've known he'd rule the world, that he had so much weapons to wipe out at least half of my country. Anyway, Every country is under rule of his new, perfect world. I'm not, Fighting for my life to free the world from his grasp.
'Hey!' Alfred waved his hand in front of me as I thought to myself.
'Oh. Sorry, Just thinkin' of sometin' , That's all' I told him, waving it off
'Sis, You gotta focus if we wanna free the world, Y'know!' I pretty much laughed since he could keep up so much enthusiasm even in the midst of this.
Oh yeah, Alfred's pretty much changed his look. He wears these aviator goggles in replacement of his glasses, But he still wears his bomber jacket, And his hair's gotten longer, Y'know, Reaches the base of his neck.
I'd actually lost more than what I just said up there, But that's another story.