The Life of Kyle Wilson

Oh how I loved my childhood, growing up in 2124 in the post apocalyptic United States wasn't what I'd call fun, especially when you are the youngest kid in your family and your oldest brother is a lazy bastard. Daniel, my oldest brother, was the cruelest person I ever knew at the time, he made me do all his work directly after I had got done with mine, no break or down time, except for him, so when he left I when I was fourteen, I was used to the hard work, you see our family has been farmers since they left Ireland in the 1800s due to the Potato Famine, God bless the unfortunate souls who didn't make it, but we made ends meet, or that's what my parents told me, I never knew any of my grandparents because they died of radiation poisoning not to long after the bombs dropped when my parents were kids, but the hard work, though I didn't like it, I got used to it, but we later found out that Daniel had got killed by a man whose wife Daniel had slept with, go figure Daniel was a no good bastard, but as my family grieved for him, I didn't because of all those years of basically torture by him.