In a time of magic and technology being used along side each other, one would think life is perfect... but you are in the wrong story my friends, soon after weapons were formed and taken into battle war broke out over which country should rule over all mortals, soon after the world was torn apart by the violence and bloodshed, the sky's forever darkened in the smoke and ashes that fall like snow everyday, this once peaceful planet is now left as nothing more than a wasteland of pain and sorrow with all struggling to survive, those who wanted nothing to do with the war are either killed or forced to fight for them.
It has been over twenty years since the call to arms, and no end is in sight but in the following week two orphaned brothers from different parts of the globe, will unintentionally begin the end of the world..... or save it...
Their story starts as a married couple who could not bare a child Mr. and Mrs. Smalls, so adopted a young boy by the name of Gean, and soon after another one named Kimpshi, it was rough living in a world run by war, but they managed.... until they were found out by a man Mr. Smalls said we could trust, our father taken and mother murdered just for shear fun, trying to fight back Gean is bound and given a scar right over left eye, and both brothers left for death.
Years have passed since the day our family was ruined and we were throw out into the world now 18 and my brother 13, I swore to always protect Kimpshi and kill the ones who did this to us, we managed to survive for so long but yet we still don't feel safe... I've been trying my best keeping us out of harm and fed, we found our selves in what is left of Paris, in a rundown building no sign of military in sight so far, but I can't be to sure.
This is our daily life; run, hide, hunt, and survive...
Walking through the halls of an abandoned hotel quickly and cautiously with a worn out rifle over my shoulder with not many bullets left in it and hunting knife drawn, "Not a bad days find... could of gone better.", coughs while turning down a narrow hall as the cans of food ding and clang about in his bag, keeping a watchful on his surroundings hugs a wall as the floor was blasted all the way to the lobby, "Almost there...", getting around finds self at a door with the numbers burnt, walking in slowly takes a glance down the hall and closes it quietly, walking over to a bundle of blankets on a couch around a fire, "Kimpshi? hey, I'm back... Wake up... I got some more supplies." shakes at the covers.
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Chronic J. Payne
ImaLionRoarr
Luccus Hunter
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