-Chapter 2: Fish-
Bored, I puck the strings of my banged up, acoustic guitar. I'm trying to write a new song, but I'm uninspired. It's been weeks since anything's happened. Now my days consist if sitting around a constantly burning campfire. I remember, when The End began, I was a cop, and a good one too. Now, I would give anything to be back in one of those exciting car chases, or interrogating a criminal. I loved it. I sigh. I guess I should go look for supplies. I'm almost out of food, and I just need to stretch my legs. I begin walking, not really caring which direction I go. As I turn a corner, my jaw drops. There's a wounded person here, bleeding from a serious leg wound. But they're not a person, they seem to be made of some sort of crystalline substance. I can't really tell their gender, but when I hear it's voice, I know it's a woman.
"Oh, hello." She said to me. "Here to finish me off? That's all anybody wants to do anyways now that everything went to shit."
"What? Why would I kill you?" I responded, astounded.
"You're… not going to kill me?" She questioned.
"No. And hold still. I think I might have a spare medkit on me." I dig around in the pockets of my jeans. "Revolver, no. Guitar picks, no. Matches, no. Aha!"I triumphantly hold up a small white box with a red plus on it. I open it, retrieving some gauze, as well as some disinfectant cream. I wipe the black blood off the wound and clean it with a little water from my canteen, then wrap it up tightly with the gauze.
"Can you stand?" I ask.
"I think…" She responds uneasily. I help her to her feet, only for her to wince and shout in pain. "Nope, nope. I can't stand, let alone walk."
"Okay, well, let me think. I have an idea, but it might be a little weird." I scoop her up, and grunt under her weight.
"Sorry," She says, noticing me struggling." I used to weigh a lot less before The End.
"Yeah, well, I also used to not be a fish-thing," I responded unhappily. "I used to be a cop, you know? I helped save the world, but ever since The End, I have mutated in ridiculous ways. So has everybody. We're not even recognizable as humans anymore. My skin turned green, my fingers and toes became webbed, I grew gills, even though I can't breathe under water. That'd be nice, though. What about you?"
"Well, I was just, like, the average woman. I had a nice husband, two young children, and a happy, stable, life. I was very close to my family, y'know? I always thought family was the most important thing. Now, staying alive in this disaster of a planet we live in is the most important thing. Who knows where my family is anymore? I lost them weeks ago. We got separated by bandits, and I had to run for my life, otherwise we'd all die."
"Oh. I'm so sorry." I responded. "Well, we're here." I state. We turn a corner, and waiting at the fire for us are a I.D.P.D. member and a strange melty, bubbling blob of flesh. I sigh and drop my weapon. What else could go wrong?