So without saying anything I've started writing a story where the good people are called Angel's and the bad are typically referred to as the darkness. It's like fallout now because people broke out into war and LIKE HUMANS ALWAYS DO... they destroyed everything. The few people who survived found ways to survive but Angel's mostly kill the darkness in order to try and bring back the better of the world instead of the bad anyway on to what I have so far.

  I sighed as I made myself some breakfast. The usual two eggs and some oatmeal. I tapped my foot on the cold cement floor as the pan hissed and popped from the eggs and oil within it with an occasional sting on my hand and forearms. My place is pretty simple. With a sleeping bag, small kitchen, single bathroom, and torn wallpaper with a cold floor. May not have been normal before but these days. It is.

  I was born about maybe 24 years ago. I've lost track but when I was born I was given the number 47. I was the 47th member to be born in my family since it all started. I'm not completely familiar with how the laws and shit work but hey. So far I'm still standing and somehow living in this hell hole of not only "house" but a world.

  The year was 2761 and a war with what I think was called North Korea broke out and well. By that time so many advancements were made that when the war broke out it was almost instantly "won" by using bombs and viruses from all who participated in this war and with every bomb, with every virus. Another part of the world and life was lost. By the time it was all over, there was less than a thousand people on each continent. The year is now 3893 and the world is still shit! People go by numbers, crime is everywhere, we have pretty much "zombies" running around even though they are just people with the damn virus passed down and eventually when they each died, they just got right back up and while they seem normal. The second you get close enough to actually look at them... they not only bite you but they are like piranhas and I think we all know what those little devils do when they eat.

  I groaned at the stupid thoughts that constantly fill my head and turned the heat off and carefully took my fork and started eating from my egg filled pan and my little bowl of oatmeal. Both disgusting but I gotta eat.

I ate in silence minus the normal screaming of tires and roars of distant guns finding their targets with a yell. This world has truly gone to hell. I thought to myself before dropping my dirty dishes in the sink to soak and then walked over to a mirror. "Oh god I need to cut my hair and find a shower." I grimaced as I pulled at my unruly silver hair and tried to scrape off dirt and scabs from my skin. I do what I can to brush it and pick off as much as I can but it still shows I need to be properly cleaned off.

And that's all I have so far