-Abandoned Hotel-
Oh Well hello there.
For context my full name is Dread Lutwidge, and the date was june 12 2036 I am currently one the 12th floor in the room of an abandoned hotel filled with rats, insects, dust, and debris.
*Screech*
That was bill, the rat.
Sitting peacefully right here in this very "Safe" balcony that definitely doesn't look like it's about to break.
Perhaps I should give you a little backstory on who I am. Let's see then, for now all you need to know is that I'm a 'retired' soldier living in the famous city called Hamburg, Germany.
I am 32 years old, today is actually my birthday, my mother died at 17, lost contact with the rest of my family when this... War started.
every electronic based communication known to mankind here is dead. No signal. No electricity. Complete... Silence.
No internet means no entertainment, so these days I read books, workout, or just play with bill. Although playing is a bit of an overstatement as I just stare at him from the corner of my eye so he doesn't run.
My past?
It's... Not the best but not the worst neither. It's just a normal life for me.
I trained in martial arts at 14 with Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and kick boxing, then i went to the army at 20 years old, call it a misguidance of epic proportions but it was an enjoyable time for me. The discipline it taught me, and the friends it has made me. My life was just the normal ups and downs, I hated studying with my soul, but I was willing to put time and thoughts into my body.
The best ever advantage I've had since birth was that I was diagnosed as a psychopath, no I don't enjoy murder just that some motions feel numb to me. Killing doesn't make me feel anything. Although I believe it was acquired during my childhood not from my birth.
But hey.
My past was just that, the past. I never wanted to relive them, but I always tried to learn from them.
Anyways.
This pile of dog shit building I'm sleeping on was gonna crumble at anytime, but I don't mind it. Not the worse way to go.
Unless I get stabbed by a rod on the way down like it's fucking final destination.
But alas I rested my assault rifle and pistol on the table beside me, looking up at the sky.
It was the time of day where only the moon appeared, shining everyone in its pale light. Truly magnificent I could even cry. *Sniff*
*Whoosh*
The passing wind caressed my cheeks silently.
Well anyways, usually with this sort of peace I'd just try to think about my memories, but let's not do that shall we? We have plenty of books to read yet.
I grabbed a matchbox from my bag, and lit it up.
*Scratch*
*Brzst*
A small fire lit up on the tip of the matchstick
'Hmmm such a nice warmth, phew shouldn't get too distracted though.'
I used the lit matchstick to light up a candle and put it into my lantern.
'should be enough for reading.'
I got up, and opened my bag to find all the books I've scavenged for today. I was getting tires of the Same things so I went out to grab some novels.
"Hmm, Alice in wonderland. Been quite some time since i've heard of it, I'll take a look later."
'I was not exactly a fan of fairy tales, but it was a choice if I was bored enough. Just enough to escape from reality'
'I mean... That's the reason I read books, comics, and mangas. If I didn't have any of that I'd be staring at a brick wall or a spider making cobweb all day.'
I took a step next to the railing.
'if I just drop from here maybe I'll be living in a wonderland of sorts who knows.'
The moon is still high and bright, shining it's glorious moonlight since the dawn of man.
Well... it seems It'll still shine in the sunset aswell.
Wars, famine, diseases, politics, have destroyed mankind's last hopes, a series of coincidences in the right order. It was about time anyways. It was not unlike humanity to die this way.
Needed to end somewhere anyways, but didn't think it'd be now, after 10 thousand years of progress.
Doesn't exactly matter, as the only thing I have now is myself, and yet that in itself is questionable.