Hello, long time it's been for me posting stories or fanfiction. Or fics. You get the idea. This is a small, small snippet of my new story, and I hope it entertains you. And hopefully make you wanting for more. Haha.

I don't really get why we need to declare this everytime. This is called FANFICTION, so it's kinda redundant to do all this. But anyways, I don't own Gears of War.


Sean Fisher was sitting painfully on a small three-legged wooden stool with a rectangular piece of metal in his left hand. In front of him was a slab of grayish rock, resting on yet another stool. Sean had been on that hard, flat stool for hours, trying to fashion the stubborn piece of metal into a keen knife. Sean needed a new blade; the old knife he had originally was starting to succumb to the rust. And the whetstone had nibbled the blade to nearly half it's size. A knife being so ridiculously small and having a great chance to crumble like a cookie just won't do. Still, instead of throwing it away, Sean kept it in a small crate that was missing it's cover. Sean remembered that crate; what luck he had to find it. Most crates anyone could have come across were probably been reduced to useless bits or charred to extreme 'crispiness'. And where did he find it? Yes, it was in some shop, and if he didn't remember it wrongly, it was a candy shop. How he missed candy. The existence of candies was always a sure sign of a great, thriving civilization. The colorful appearance and taste always gives the eater much sensual delight, with a touch of innocence. All of that taken for granted for so many years, until that day; the day that changed the course of mankind. And candy. Sean wondered if he would get to taste candy like he used to.


So? Did it grab you? Or was there not enough words or description to do so? Angry because it was too short? Yep, you can tell me all about it in YOUR REVIEW/REVIEWS. Seriously, each review is like an ice-cream or a treat. I like ice-cream.