Chapter One - Snowfall
The snow was falling in San Francisco, this never happened to the boy's experience normally, but these times were not normal, it was one month after the flash and he was already forced to leave for new food, the surrounding landscape was that of a post-apocalyptic Movie, but this was indeed the aftermath of a nuclear attack, one which the Earth had hoped to avoid, but it has occurred, the boy continued to rummage around the city, holding tightly a M92F Beretta as he checked alleys and destroyed buildings, he sometimes heard screams of pain, and gunfire in the distance, he tried to avoid this, as it was the fighting of The Terran Resistance, and them... those horrible mass-murderers who started the war, who caused the flash.
Suddenly, the gunfire became closer, and closer, and the boy had not left the store he was rummaging in, suddenly it was close enough to also hear the sounds of the energy weapons they used... he knew the resistance was losing the fight, and he was about to be in a crossfire...
The Boy rushed towards the basement with his gun drawn, where he encountered the person he would spend the next six months with, though an enemy, he would soon find a friend, and ally...
Thus begins his tales of Pain, and Suffering...
I was rummaging through the store when I heard the shots more often, and louder, when I heard those zaps and blurvs, I rushed to the basement, Pistol Drawn and aimed, safety off, and my Ka-Bar knife held at the grip, I walked in to find a girl about my age, in their uniform, with pink hair, a flower decoration, and a bleeding bullet wound on her leg, she had a laser pistol, probably an officer's model on her hip holstered, she was startled by my appearance, I dare not lower my gun for she may just kill me as her friends and nation had killed four billion people in nuclear fire...
I slowly closed the door with my gun still pointed, it was apparent the bleeding was getting worse, though I had such a hatred for her, I also remembered she was human like I was, despite not being born on this world, my religion also demanded to help fellow humans, so I had no choice but to aid her wound, it would both make my life worse, and better... but also would spell the future... of Earth, had I shot her that day, we would all have been doomed...
I write these Memories into my book so that you do not repeat the mistake I have made, and only repeat the choices that had good outcomes, for if this should happen again, which I believe so, you will have a chance...
To be continued...
Author's Note:
The story will switch from First Person storytelling to third person storytelling depending on the circumstances..
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