Author Note: Hi!, well this is my first story and I'm not really used to use this website (until now, I only read the stories) so your feedback will be very apreciated :). Please enjoy!.
Also, forgive me for my writing, english is not my first language but I'm practicing nwn
Edit: people! I was in a hurry and forgot to put the disclaimer :l so I'll put the disclaimer and tell you a littke about the story.
Like the summary says, this story is a post-apocalyptic setting, something that has been on my mind for some time. I got inspired by the Terminator movies and some songs of My Chemical Romance (from the faboulous life of killjoys)
Please, please let me know what you think about it and leave me some reviews! :)
See you later guys c:
Disclaimer: NARUTO and all his characters/places do not belong to me, they belong to Kishimoto sensei.
Heavy. My body feels heavy. I've forgotten when the last time I've felt lightweight was. I'm tired, I feel like an old man even though I'm just nineteen. "Keep fighting" that's what we told ourselves to survive each day. "Keep fighting", "keep fighting" is our mantra, but sometimes I wonder if it's worth at all. Of course it is. Mom and dad would be proud. I wonder if they are okay…
Today is another day, I have to get up soon before the others come for me, and it's been a long time since I was able to stay in bed just looking at the ceiling without worries or responsibilities. I have to get up, but I just don't feel like it anymore, I don't feel like being leader, I just want to get back to the old days. That's right, when everything was peaceful, when we kids could be kids, when all we had to worry about was to get home early and don't get scolded. Those were awesome times…I wish we had noticed what was happening back then, I wish we hadn't locked up ourselves with the media and technology, that was our biggest mistake.
La Columna toke everything from us when it got us all wrapped around its finger, it was too late to do something, we were all damned. Everything changed so fast, so soon. One day we were hiding in the woods trying to run away from the disaster we had fell into. We were just kids back then…My parents and many others tried to fight back, but it was useless. They had all technology by their side, it was like a rabbit trying to fight a lion, which had an army of other lions and had guns. We never heard of them again, we never even could find out if they were truly dead. Someone ventured to see what had happened, and all he could tell was that there was just an empty land. No blood and no corpses. Not even a hint there had been a battle at all.
I was thirteen at the moment, in a place where our parents were gone and our spirits were destroyed. So, I was young and a very positive person so I tried to cheer people up. I always played with the little ones, most of the time I had a bad behavior so the older ones could let their frustration out by scolding me. With time, I gained their trust and people around my age started to follow me. While growing up, the community that had survived started getting in contact with others survivors. We started to supply ourselves with food and weapons, we started to form our will, our will to fight and recover what was lost.
We got guns and ideals. It was a new era for human kind. The older ones started sharing the little information they had with the other survivors. We slowly created an army, a little army with different units (for spying, fighting). We learned to fight, we learned to stand, we learned to survive.
I always put effort in everything we did, I had the hope that if I got better I could destroy the machines and see my parents again. I trained and trained, and never gave up or cried. I stayed strong for everyone. Later, the older ones saw potential in me and made me the leader of the younger ones. My childhood was officially gone.
