In the far future, a virus is created and wipes out half the human population. This causes the remaining humans to create tribes and armys, which leads to bloodshed and wars. A few years after the casualties, a child is born and is taught the ways of life, which has changed drastically. Excerpt: "War equals bloodshed, and bloodshed equals loss." I look to the sky, shaded red with blood and yellow with smoke. Wars. Bloodshed. And death. The three worst things ever. "My god... All the stuff we've done. All the pain we've caused." Parker: "You don't know that, its not o-" "What? Not your fault?!"