Tyler sighed as he leaned back into the dirty sofa, listening to it creek under him. He rested his hand on the arm rest and looked towards his older sister, sleeping on a nice leather recliner. He scowled at her and mumbled under his breath: "I'd kill to be in that chair.." to himself.
Tyler began to use his hand to push himself off of the couch, cringing as he listened to one leg detach from it and ultimately sending the couch crashing down. Rose stirred in her seat and made a "Wha?" sound, afterwards saying a few in-audible things.
He raised his right hand and smiled weakly, then saying in a soft and caring voice: "Go back to sleep, Rose..". Tyler began to walk towards the bathroom, patting Rose on the shoulder as he made his way past her.
He wrapped his fingers around the knob of the bathroom door and began to slide it open, stepping inside. He closed it behind him and turned to the sink, looking at himself in the mirror just above it. Tyler was a 5'11" 16 year old boy, with smooth black hair and a nice facial appearance. He Tyler had heterochromia, one grey eye and a sapphire eye, which he absolutely loved about himself the most.
He smiled as he raised his hand up, running it through his black hair. He then lowered it down towards his chin and ran his index finger along his stubble, which he took pride in.
Afterwards he reached up to the mirror and pulled it open, behind it being multiple deodorants and two cologne bottles, along with three perfume bottles. He took hold of a cologne bottle and sprayed his right and left shoulder, watching as the liquid hit his shirt in multiple specks.
Tyler then carefully placed the cologne back into the cabinet and closed it. He then opened up the door and walked outside, moving towards his and his sister's room. He opened her door and peeked his head inside, quickly closing the door and drawing his head out as he spotted his sister: naked in front of his very eyes. Tyler took a seat on the recliner and rested his arms upon the armrest, his fingers digging into the tattered leather.
That was three years ago.. now it was a dark night in the middle of the wasteland, a gas station that had been devastated by the Great War lying nearby, the cold breeze sliding along everything in sight. The moon was showing, stars, too. Tyler was now nineteen, and was standing outside: holding a marksman carbine up to eye level, his sapphire right eye looking down the zoom-scope of the advanced rifle, he liked to call it advanced due to it being quite rare. His sister was standing before him, shaking as a raider pointed a .44 up towards her head, the muzzle pressing against her dark black hair.
Tyler suddenly squeezed down onto the cold, metal trigger and watched as a 5.56 bullet leaped from out of the barrel of the rifle, shortly afterwards the raider doubling over onto the ground, being killed after a bit of time, as the bullet had grazed his jugular, making him bleed out. Tyler then rushed forward and slang the rifle over his right shoulder, hugging his sister tightly and whispering into her ear: "I don't ever want you to be in the situation again.. ever.".