The year is 2375. two years ago a plague, carried by mosquitoes hit North America. not many people survived the plague yet after death, those who have died never dropped dead. my name is John Crane, and death is a fate I won't accept.
as I walk along the street, I think back to when they were populated. as I daydream away, I hear a distant voice calling "Johnny boy ya with me?".
as I wake from my pleasant dream, I look to my side I see newton.
"Are you already dead?"
"NOT funny"
"Just a little bit"
newt is a 'talk first think later' kind of person.
But no matter what, he's always got my back, and he's my closest friend... sort of.
"So what was it we are after this time?"
he's also kind of dumb.
"Really newt, did you not listen the first six times!"
"Listen to what?" He said with a teasing smile.
I let out a long loud sigh.
"The six pieces to make the radio... to contact the people outside the border... how are you still alive?"
"I don't know but night is about to hit" said newt with a worried
I said "Praise the moon"
and newt continued "Here comes the dawn."