Sometimes I hear stories about the end. Some stories said that a new society was born when the chaos ended, making a society with strict rules. I wish that's how it did end. but no. After America was bombed, cut off from the rest of the world, no great utopia sprang up, no miracle happened. Most people died, the weak died, the unsure died, the young and the old die, the people who try to get out die.
Seeing human and animal bones are normal. Seeing someone alive was rare, and just by letting them see you, you know that they are hungry, hungry enough to eat anything. Even you. Who ever is weaker dies, the stronger one gets a meal. Its turned most of us mad, calling us animals wouldn't even reach the madness of some. But any one and everyone would go mad in these circumstances . I have faced off more then I can count mad animals, they to will eat anything. I once even faced a man-eating cow.
I refuse to go mad, or loose myself. I have been searching these fifteen years for someone who I don't know if they survived or not. But I will search until the day I die hoping my sanity will stay intact.