I looked up at the sky, one of the few things left unaltered. The stars were still twinkling in the distance, and the sun still came and went. The earth was still here, what's left of it anyway. And the people. Maybe half made it? Anyways, it seemed like a very fine day, although the end of humanity was closing in like a vicious snake. You may be wondering, 'what does this mean?' 'What are you talking about?' Well, I'll tell you. The apocalypse, that's what. The end of mankind as we know it, violent fast and silent. Well, not here. It's slow, everyone dying off one by one as the madness sets in. We call it the Lentomatar disease, or Lent. By we, I mean my zone. We're a small group, but strong, the only deaths in our zone come from the madness. The thing about zones, is that certain areas are made for certain ages. For young kids, the safer enclosed areas. For older kids, an open area, and sometimes arenas to sort the strong from the week. Then, if your a fighter, you go to my group. Rugged terrain, extreme temperatures, bandits, feral cats, and, wolves. If your a medic, or as my group calls them, weak, you either join the children or elders, of your real advanced, you join the Outlook, where the soldiers are kept for duties. We're like soldiers, but we can do what we want, leave when we want, kill who we want, attack who we want, etc. That's because our group is small, and if there's war, were away from the others, and so t cause them harm. We also work as assassins and hunters. Although I don't see a difference. My group consists of fifteen to twenty year olds. No adults around to tell us what to do, no rules, no school, no discipline. We're viscous, dangerous, and born killers. And then there's our leader. He's unlike all of us, stronger, braver, smarter. And much more beautiful. His hair always seems perfect after a fight. The scars on his face only seem to be stars in an empty sky. And his dark brown eyes, that bore into the souls of his victims, were what we are known for. He's he oldest, twenty one, technically not allowed to be here. But he is the leader, and we must follow him. My fast feet and agile limbs allowed me to kill and steal much better than all the others. Unlike when I was walking with people, when I stumble and trip and stutter. I'm air flowing like a river. Young, fierce, and lethal, I climbed my way to second rank. There was only first and second rank, so I was fairly popular among my zone. Now, explaining done, I must tell you of some issues. First off, were running out of food and ammo. People are dying of drug over doses, because, why not? No adults to tell us not to. People are getting drunk and killing themselves. Stepping on a mine, falling off a cliff, falling off the roof, loading people off, and yes, choking on beer. Why? WELL, WHY NOT? It's the end of humanity, let's get wasted before we die, I mean, I get it. I get because I've done it. Many times. And my last problem, the worst one, it the terrible awefull crush I have on our leader, who's name by the way, happens to be Luke.