The air is thick, the ground is dry and cracked. "This world needs to be fixed" a man says siting in a wooden bench in the distance of a broken down house. This man had noticed within his eye sight a crazed male chasing a crying child. That maniac had a hatchet getting ready to strike the child with evident fear in his eyes, while yelling out "Food! Food!" The man on top of the bench gets up and grunts. He pulls out a revolver that only had one bullet. Faced it at the embarrassment of a man and pulled the trigger...
It is night and the crying kid that had been chased for miles by the lunatic is opening his eyes next to a fire. That boy had woken up to a man's voice asking. " Hey there, you have a name?" The boy nods no, "Well, we'll figure it out later. Names John. You know where your parents are?" The boy has no response. "Eat" John said "We're having a few lizards, I'm sure your hungry you look like you need it." The young boy is hesitant but grabs it and eats. John says, "Well I know you understand me, now I need something of you I'm a straight forward guy so learn how blunt I am, I used the last bullet I had on you, time for you to pay back. There are many people out here with weapons. I'm sure you'll find some ammunition somewhere. You do that and I'll teach you how to survive out here, how to fight, how to hunt, got it"? The boy stares and looks down at his food. He mumbles and John says "what was that"? The boy said it louder "m-my name is Anthony". "So you finally speak? You think you can do me that favor?" Anthony mumbles back "Yes". "Alright then tommorow you start I skinned the dead guy next to you". Anthony freaked out, he never seen a a man skinned to death. There was blood all on the floor. There were bones hanging out, as if John had trouble skinning the man. Anthony asked John "why did you do that"? "Lay close to his skin use it as a cover" it seemed random and question able to Anthony but he let it go because what was on his mind slowly let out, a question "Why are you doing this for me"? "Maybe Cause your alone out here and you don't know how to survive. Everyone deserves a shot at making life better don't they? People in this land don't really have time to think of things like my life sucks we have all hit rock bottom so what's there to say you want to live here is just to live, deep down inside we all want to live."
Anthony smiles, "yeah and I need ammunition and I'm to lazy to search for it myself". Anthony giggles and lays down going to bed for tommorow...
John stares at the moon saying "I'll have to teach him fast. I don't have much time left before I have to go back. Mortem... The time will come soon he will find me", as John puts his hand on Anthony, "you will stop Mortem in this world of nothing but dessert there is no other way if we keep living like this humans will go extinct, I will help you" John whispers looking at the moon. "This world it's so unfair the day you get to set your eyes on a real forest or ocean you'll see the beauty there's not just desert out there, no guns no smoke no human waist". Anthony gets up as he heard the one sentence. "The world is so unfair".
Yeah... It is...
***Authors Note***
I got depressed for a while a year ago it was mostly anger that came out in the end, heh I feel like I got more angry at every one other than myself. Never had the chance to thank my girlfriend for being there when no one else was. It's time I start being a better person.
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S: by the way something went wrong with the story in the past with publishing and stuff but I think I've fixed the problem
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The Lost World
General FictionA world of insanity, madness, and anger from past event's that has happen to this world find out why this world was like this.
