Thread: The Broken Past and Uncertain Future

The larger cities laid in ruin, already clans had started to form in the wastelands that were once home to millions. Laws clearly not the same as they would be in the small villages formed far outside the old cites and towns. These people did not hunt the wildlife that had starting to become more plentiful in the fast growing forest that no longer had humans to destroy them. Instead they raided what ever they could and when food became rare...they killed and ate there own. More then likely the slaves that had long become worthless and could no longer work nor bare children. Oh funny most of these slaves where the military that once tried to help them. That once tired to bring in food and needed supplies to the people that needed it the most. Of course it seemed that most that had survived were quick to be brained washed that it was indeed the governments and there military that we to blame for what had happened. The raiders and clans quickly making short work of any military personal that came with in the cities to help or try to regain control of the fast dieing population of humans. Of one of these kinda slaves was a young girl, wounded in a crash that left her unable to work for some time. But because the spring and summer months proved more food for the city clans, her life was spared. Time given to her so she could heal with the make shift cages that housed the slaves. Time given to watch her brother's in arms worked to the point they could work no longer and killed for there meat. Time given to her...because she would be able to still bare children when she was healed and her scar closed. Days seemed to pass like weeks, Months like years and soon the air had started to grow cold, and raids had provided less and less food for the growing number of clans. Time she had tried to buy not only to heal but to gain back her strength. And worse....the people feared the changes that some of the survivors showed because of The Fall. Some could hear better, see better, some healed faster, or age slower. All showed one sign though...one eye turned gold. Just as her's was starting to do. Onica no longer had time left as the changes took hold of her and her strength to work never fully returned to her. Sure she had healed to the point of breeding...but not to the point of work. With the clan's food growing lower and other female and male slaves proving to be better for work it came time for her to join her fall brothers. Better yet it came time to put her plan into work. This would be the only time she had to run. Her mind was foggy, it seemed like she had been running for weeks. Not even recalling how she got out of the clan's grasp, how she got out of the city. All she knew was that she was in the forest that had over grown the country side. Tripping and stumbling in the snow, grabbing onto trees to keep her up and running. She did not fear the animals that lived her. Not knowing of the people that lived in the villages away from the clan's cities and towns. She feared that the people that wanted her dead where after her. Sure her strength had never fully returned...but fear drove her on. Running in tell she hit a river....running to fast for her to cross. It was there she fell to her knees, her breathing so heavy and heart racing that she thought she would pass out.