Humans fought for years on end. Endless wars raged on. Food sources were low and bombings more frequent. Every child born was given a rank. Every child was born to die. My own mother trained me and my brother since I was four.

She wouldn't feed us or let us sleep until we trained. By the time i was thirteen My brother was recruited to fight for "the freedom of our country". He never returned.

We gained news that he was shot down under a bridge. My mother started acting differently. She continued to train me, but her eyes were dead. One night she sent me straight to bed. At about midnight I could hear her footsteps as she went past.

I heard her dragging something behind her. After an hour of silence I got out and peeked down the hall. A rope was tied yo the bottom of a banister. Once I was downstairs, I saw my mother. Hanging from the stairs. Suicide.

After that there was news of a disease outbreak. I was fifteenth when it died down. It was then that I figured out that I was one of the only survivors. Outside a new problem arose. Those who walked without a soul. Living without life. The disease kkilled 90% of the human population, and I was a survivor.