"Rapture. An Underwater Paradise. This is what I was told. Now, it's underwater hell. Why would I decide to come here, you ask? Well, funny story. I was sent here with my father and my mother... They, are no longer with me. To say the least. I grew up an Orphan in Rapture. Not the best, I admit, but I survived this long. I, don't intend to give up, either... You may wonder who I am. My name is John Xsavier. Son of Josh and Kim Xsavier. If, anyone finds this. Assume I am dead. Do not search for me, you will find only a corpse. I arrived at the age of six. I am now nineteen. Do the math. This is John, signing off."
John let go of the recorder, taking a deep breath and letting it out, running his hand through his matted-down hair. He hated how he could not wash his hair, so it just sat on his head. He combed it as best he could, and occasionally cut it, but he needed to have it washed. And everything else on him. But that would have to wait. For now, he had to get up.
John groaned, standing up from his seat. He hated days like this. He hated this entire city. He was one of the very very few survivors, he knew that. He could never forget that. He walked over to a mirror, admiring his appearance.
He didn't look half-bad, his grey eyes more of a grey color, his blonde hair swept to the right. The way he usually put it. He had a few cuts on his face, and some dirt and grime here-and-there, but it beat being a Splicer by a longshot. Ugh, he hated those things...
He shoved the thought back, not wanting to think about them. Ever, in his life. But that couldn't be helped...
He sighed, grumbling and shuffling over to the door. "...Supply run. I hate these, every time." He grumbled, opening the door and poking his head out. He did a quick thorough check of the premises, leaving no stone unturned, so-to-speak, before heading back in.
He picked up his backpack, slipping it on and putting his pistol in his pocket. He had at least an eight-round clip each, with four clips left. He started with twelve, but he. He had to use some ammo for not getting killed. It. It was his father's gun...
He shoved those thoughts aside, venturing out into the unforgiving world, closing his door behind him. "I'm going to hate this..." He muttered, jogging off.
(So, what do you think so far..? I think I did pretty good myself! I will continue relatively shortly, but life might prevent me from doing so! We'll have to see! If you enjoyed, comments, reviews, favorites, adds, ect. Are HIGHLY appreciated! Thank you, and I'll see you in the next chapter!)
