My Story

My story begins with my birth in December 6 1995, I was born into a small town in West Virginia. It's name was Beckley, it was. I wasn't the most popular kid in school, camp or work. I was just Nick, simple, old Nick. Then it just hit out of nowhere. I saw some messed up shit. I don't mean people getting shot. I mean people getting gutted and eaten, as well as children. I had to throw up once, it was pretty disgusting. I came across some people who were, well I can't say were great. They were umm..colorful. That's a good way to put it. Growing up I was nothing, but when the post-apocalyptic world happened I was still nothing. I was one bright light in a world of darkness and agony.

But today was different..I saw a flare shoot up into the air. So I decided to check it out; Not the greatest idea. I drove down to the area where the flare was shot off, it was covered in the undead. I had to run..One guy I saw in the house threw a grenade into the crowd and jumped off the roof, into the trees. I grabbed my crossbow from the truck and started to shoot the fucking walking corpses. After this was all over with, I introduced my self. He said he was from the upper territory and his name was well..He didn't give me one. I invited him back to my shelter for a meal. At the time I was alone since all the shit with my family had went down. I wish I knew where they were.

We had got to talking about our travels and the fucked up things we've seen. Then I noticed his .45. He told me it was a Smith&Wesson SW1911 .45 acp. It had a 10 round clip, the grips were pictures of a small girl. I asked who and he just looked at the gun. We went to bed and he stayed with me for months. My family had showed up one day and he asked who they were and they answered. We were talking that night, when he walked into the room and told me one thing, he said " I've seen so many things, but the girl on my grips is my daughter. She was killed by raiders and I had to bury her body beside her mothers. Her name was Mckalya. I miss her, Nick thanks for everything." Then he pulled the .45 to his temple and unloaded half the clip into his skull. I burned his body and buried his ashes. I took his .45 and I cleaned it.

The next day..I..well decided to leave my family behind. I loaded up my guns, the truck and myself, then I conquered my trip. What I was in for was hell for me. hell. pure hell..