Interlude 1 - My Sword
When the bullets ran out and guns were defunct and void, people had to resort to other means. Melee weapons were the new franchise, and anything would do, from the clichéd plank and nail to a crowbar or kitchen knife. No one else, however, was as well fitted out as us.
Having an old Military bunker as a home meant that we always had the best access to things of a violent nature. The armoury stocked every kind of gun one could ask for, but we never touched them. We never sold them either, not even when we were desperate for supplies. And when the melee revolution began, we found the newest prototype technology in the storerooms.
The armour that we wear is a silicone and metal mix that consists of an alloy skeleton of memory metal that bends upon impact and springs back into its former shape. It's then covered in a clear, rubber-like silicone that moulds to your body like a second skin. It means that the armour is skin-tight, but not restricting, as it bends freely, and can be peeled off as opposed to wriggled out of.
I'm not entirely sure what my sword is made out of. It sounds terribly romantic and medieval – a sword and a knight in shining armour – but the truth is far from it. The armour is clear, and seems like it's had a tub of glitter thrown into the mix, and the sword isn't even metal. We dug into some old paper records and found something about poly-ceramic carbon alloys. It's sharper, harder and lighter than metal, even if we have to put up with it being electric blue like a light sabre.
Knight in shining armour indeed – I'm a teenager that has seen the end of the world and (so far) lived through it. I wear futuristic armour that looks like 30th century Barbie's wetsuit and I carry a neon blue sword. I lack a trusty steed, but that place is filled by my two goats and my castle is a concrete bunker underground.
Knight in shining armour indeed.