Benji

You know how you would often joke with your friends who would die in an apocalypse first? Often you would be jokingly labelled that friend. Even ifyou attended scouts for 3 years. Even if you went on a camp for 4 days alone with just a knife and two bottles of water. Even if your dad had gone into the army and taught you everything he had learnt. You would still be given the title of "the one who would die first. Though it was all a joke then. Not anymore. Now you're in your car, scarf wrapped tightly around your neck as you ponder the journey ahead and think about how itchy that scarf is. Mum had given it to you as a present...when she was still here and now? It's the only thing keeping you warm from the biting wind. The windscreen of the car has long since been broken leaving you to an awful battering by the wind. You let out a sigh as you continue on the endless road, so close to the edge of the cliff that you can practically see the rocks that would meet you if you made a wrong turn. Then you spot him...or it..whatever "it" is. Slumped on the side of the road. A boy. Or at least you think it's a boy. His shirt ripped open sloppily and an intricate tattoo exposed on his chest. You don't realise when you pull over or when you haul him into the back seat of the car. But you do know one thing for certain. This boy is the only person you've seen since the disaster happened. Since "apocalypse" (as you call it) happened. His POV: I suppose I never knew who my parents really were. Just this crappy government who treated me as a sort of weapon. And now? I've been thrown away, no use for me any more I suppose. They told me I was just going in for a quick meeting and next thing I know. Black. How long I've been asleep? I'm not sure to be honest and I don't really care. As long as I'm still thinking it means I'm still alive and I've been thinking. A lot. What happened to the world I knew? Whether I would ever wake up? If I was the last one left? Who knows. Go to comments.