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My Name Is Nicholas , I am
one of last hundred survivors on Earth, Me and My Brother,Pat, Live with our mom, when I was just 7 our father left to go look for some items, he was killed by bandits who wanted his things.
"Nicholas will you please stop talking about going out of the town, we are the last ones here, I cant have you leaving and never coming back". My mom said with a dejected face
"Mom there is more out there for me, I know it" I said pleading for her to let me go
Its been 180 years since the war ended, it left the world stripped from it life, when my great grandfather was still alive he told us the water was blue and the plants were green,now the water is orange-brownish, and there are barely any fresh plants.
"Nick if you have to go, take some supplies, and go to a town north west of us called Orville,your Uncle Glen lives there,he has supplies that we could use, and please be careful."My Mom Uttered out
"Pat will take care of you mom" I said
...My mom handed me a compass and gave me a hug,she told me to go get packed
I took a pack full of bandages, 3 water canisters,a machete,crossbow, and a crowbar
my mom said his house is about 12 miles away
3 hours later: I started on my journey, I turned to my Mother,and Brother and waved goodbye, this could be the last time I see them.
