Girls Not Grey.
[I wait for my approval to go through. It does. I enter the predestinated room. There at a table sits Davy.]
Davy can you tell me about what happened during your time in the Dark Years, starting from the beginning?
[He gives me a glance.]
I don't know. Why?
Because I am interested in your story.
Does it matter how I survived? I am here right in front of you right now aren't I? isn't that enough?
[I can tell that this interview is going to be hard.]
Davy it could give other people a beckon of hope.
Most people don't deserve anything. Why should I give them a beckon of hope when I didn't have any? I sat alone in a room for my whole life. And my whole life people treated me like crap. Then suddenly there are tragic world events and people want my help? People need me to help with survival? That was all crap. People don't deserve anything. Nothing.
So what did you do during the zombie war?
Again why should I tell you, aside from the fact that it will give people a "beckon of hope"?
Davy, on the phone it was easier to talk to you. Why have you changed your tone?
Why? Because human nature. We labor, build, then we destroy everything, and complain when it is done. I have become disconnected from this cycle, all I wanted was peace.
But Davy we have peace now.
Really? We slaughter animals everyday to feed the fat bloated people of some said country, greenhouse emissions have shot through the roof since the nuclear exchange. And yet we are at peace? We are causing more and more pain then what we have already created and done. Just like during the dark years. Cant you see?
But nations are at peace with one another.
That may be true. For the time being. Has anyone is this world ever read a history book? All we ever do is repeat past mistakes that caused pain. It sickens me, it makes me want to scream the coldest sound. All I can do is sit in my padded room all day thinking and thinking about what people have done, and what I have done during the dark years and it truly disgusts me. That is why I have become disconnected, humans have no good quality's about them, they only seek destruction.
[He pauses, thinking.]
Ok, I will tell you my story. So no one will be destined to repeat my mistakes. Maybe that will give me my little ray of hope. Although I doubt it will ever come through.
It all started on Saturday night, when that fucking dick Alex had to ruin everything about my self opinion, and self esteem…
[ If you want to hear the rest of this story please voice your opinion, and sorry for the fact that not much of world war z was actually in it, I got caught up in developing the character. So if you want more just voice.]