Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at a fanfiction. I hope it's not bad

/-mental thoughts

//-someone mentally talking to person

( )-flashback scence

It was just three years after the meteor incident. Three years
and everything went to hell again. This time though, it wasn't a
happy ending. It wasn't suppose to happen.things weren't suppose
to end up like this, but they did. I heard stories from my mother
about how HE led them to the last battle to rid this world of a
delusional megalomaniac. She told me that she fought along side
him and their friends to save the precious life of the planet. HE
answered the prayer for an angel whose life was ended too soon by
a silver light cloaked in darkness. But, if it's true, why, why
did he become the angel of death himself?

Because of him, we live in caves or underground bunkers. Because
of him, we're afraid that if we leave, hungry animals or monsters
would make us their next meals. Because of Him we mirror the
living dead from lack of food, water, sleep, the comforts of the
old life. Because of HIM, this world is nothing but a fucking
wasteland. Life here is either extinct or on the verge of
extinction. The sun, stars, the moon, are hidden away by the
dust, clouds, ashes. Rivers and lakes are dry because there's
hardly any rain or if there is rain, it's acidic. Hell, even the
oceans are drying up because it's that bad out here. Sometimes
there's a seedling trying to grow, but with all the elements now
stacked against it, it's a wonder why it even bothers. Hope now a
days, is nothing but a lifeless dream.