The Walking Tragedy

Have you ever been stripped of everything? Love, Pain, Warmth, Hope... Well, in this story the main character is faced with apocolyptic choices, Pain - along with heart breaks and death. The world is in a fallout setting of sorts, except alot more dangerous, very few humans remain, but enough to make a problem for peaceful people. Almost nobody is trust worthy with information as well as your friend ship, Of course is a work in project, and i take suggestions for my story, i will make the most choices but i shall leave some to you guys(as if anyone would be reading this). When i get suggestions i will work them in but to a degree where it's still a surprising decision, and in the end it will be up to the creator, but allows other people to experiment with the story as well, to make everyone feel as welcome as I can make them! Have fun reading, Peace! :P


1. The Begining

  Life was simple and easy in the 2300s, no-one fought or cussed, and there were no problems publically known about the world.  I say "publically" known because in the end, the government had been hiding everything that most conspire about, The end of the world.  Now that does sound pretty crazy, especially if you're hearing it from a obviously broke and homeless man, screaming it to no-one in perticular, or if you're hearing it from an old crazy man babbling while walking down the road in a panic.  Everyone had stopped believing the crazy people because, well, they were crazy!  Nobody wants to listen to that homeless man on the street corner begging for money, nobody wants to listen to the person who looks like they're schizophrenic while yelling or muble crazy insanities while on the sidewalk.  So who is going to know that they were right?


  Now, on with the story, I was once named Jake, But now most people know me as "Jace" instead.  When you can barely trust anybody, it's better to keep your name completely personalised, just in case.  In this world, in the year of 2321 the world had been completely ruined.  Not by pollution or anything other than man-made things, only by the nuclear fallout, A little back story might actually help with the whole "why did the earth become dead" thing.  To be honest, not all of it is, but the only places that actually have some sort of government and some production of farming goods, or plant life even, are all unaccessable.  The whole population that had survived without having to get into an unsafe bomb shelter were sent into the orbit of the earth, waiting until the radiation levels finally go down to the point of which the plants won't die or their cells don't become cancerous or mutated.


  Now, some actual back story about me and my friends who survived, there are five of us in total right now.  I say right now because of course food has gotten extremely low and rationing has us down to the bone, some have even resorted to canniballism, a few you can clearly see the bone on there fingers.  I've heard of chewing on your fingers from stress but I've never seen it that bad.  It's completly disqusting, to see friends, family, old nieghbors start to prey on each other like complete animals.  Yesterday I saw a mother, refuse to give her 5 year old some of the flour/chicken broth soup we have, thats why I'm hungry.  I had given up my only meal for the day to give the child more time, more time to live.  I haven't seen her mother since then, when I punched her when she had tried taking the food I gave to the child, after the weak punch of my bony hand she snapped, and ran away.  She probobly decided to become a cannibal.


  The child hasn't left my side since then, when I brought myself to give up my only source of food.  I have to admit, she is quite the sweet heart, we have been taking turns on meals together, and I'm starting to think of her as a duaghter.  What's sad is that she most likely won't survive, not without me giving up more of my own meals for her.  I say this because after the conflict with her mother, the overseers of the safehaven, this jail-cell, had announced that they were no longer giving food to the younger children, and we only get 16 ounces of the horrible soup they serve to the adults, the only water that we're given is in the food, and is definitely not sanitary.


  The child, who claims her name is Marian, has also chosen my nick-name for her, Mary.  Of course like every nick-name, she had origionally not liked being anything other than Marian to me, but after a while she had grown acustomed to it.  She now hates anything close to Marian, I guess because her new hate towards her selfish mother, who now is most likely getting full meals off of the tons of missing people and remains of them.  A few times now I have actually thought of going into canniballism, but the thought of the horrific sight of the people who are fighting a battle of hunger, much stronger than we can imagine, because they are fighting against their desires to eat someone, just the mental image of that is enough to stop me.  You can tell who to stay away from if you look at their hands, which if are showing bone, don't even make yourself noticable to them.  The fading artificial lights are starting to lose the last of their glow, soon we will need to use candles which will then openly invite the cannibals to start attacking more, but i swear I will protect us.  I have to, for both of our sakes.

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