Chapter Three

There was a rustle from the forest, the slightest sound of a stealthy yet careful hunter.
“Let’s talk about this over dinner then.”
The small figure of a human clutching a dead animal in their hands. It was covered in blood and already ripped into but it seemed to resemble the bitter remains of a rabbit.
“Hello, Kanna. Say hello to our new friend.” She dropped the rabbit and made her way over her brother. She passed him and sped up towards this stranger. Her knife stained with blood already was to the strangers neck. Her arm extended up to reach him, as he was much taller and she just about could reach him but there was no doubt that one wrong move and he would take fatal damage. “You hurt him.” Her voice did not shake but there was an uneasiness in it.
“Kill me, I dare you”, Zed laughed. “Put me out of my perpetual misery.”
“Kanna, you brought a lovely meal. Now let’s sit and eat.” She stood unmoving.
“Kanna. Sit.” Eli said more sternly.
She obeyed dropping the knife. “Would I ever kill a defenseless animal?” She picked up the rabbit dripping with blood.
Zed saw the look in her eyes, completely still. No emotion shown towards him, she would’ve killed him and not regretted it. This truly was the look of a predator not the prey like her stature indicates.
“Zed. Take a seat too,” he said politely with a smile on his face as if Zed was a dinner guest.
“No.”
A dart flew out of nowhere into his right shoulder. He looked in the direction which lead to where Kanna was sitting. “Not far off from your heart, right? Not damaging any vital vessels. I don’t miss a shot. Maybe next time I won’t be so nice. Wanna test it? Now sit, dog,” she smirked
Zed obeyed sitting on a rock near the camp.
Eli still had the same smile on his face, “now, isn’t this nice?”
“Fucking lovely,” Zed said.
Kanna dropped firewood in front of Zed, “Start a fire, monster.”
Eli’s smile vaguely changed, her words clearly struck a chord. “Kanna, he has a name.”
“I’m bad with names. The name I gave him suits him perfectly. Rugged, animal like, muscles, vaguely resembles a human. Yeah, he’s a monster.”
“Don’t be mean. I’m getting sick of your attitude.”
“He hurt you. I’m not gonna just act like he didn’t.” She was now shaking. Not with rage but with fear. “I can’t lose you.” It was like a quiet plea, so small like a child’s voice. 
“I know but I sorted it. He was a wounded dog before you came look at him.”
He had blood gushing where Eli had defended himself, the dart sticking from his shoulder and a small wound from where Kanna was close to slitting his throat.
This was the first time she saw him.
“I won’t apologise but I will offer to clean your wounds.”
Zed laughed. It turned into a maniacal laugh, it was unsteady and unsettling. “I’m a monster. Remember? You got me the first time. I’m a monster. I’ve been through much worse. You think you you can kill me with just this. You’re crazier than me!” Kanna splashed alcohol on his back. He flinched from the burning. “Shut up, monster.”
“Sit on the floor and take off your shirt.” He looked at her to see if she was serious. “You worried for a girl to see you naked, you’re more like a dog than a monster.”
“Darling, I’m sure you can’t wait to see me naked. Should I take my pants off too?”
“I’m not interested in anything so small. Shirt off is fine.”
Kanna sat on the rock while Zed sat in the floor in front of her.
It was quiet. However, every now and then Zed would mumble under his breath to deal with the pain. Kanna giggled every time. That’s when Zed realised she was doing this for her own enjoyment. She had so much power of him, putting him in more pain from the rubbing alcohol and the fact he needed her to do this. He could feel her smug aura transcending to him.
Eli still sitting on the log, was skinning the rabbit. He couldn’t resist. “Seeing you to like that, makes it look like you’re a couple.”
Kanna’s face twisted in disgust. “Gross, brother. That’s not funny.”
“Do you really think I’ll like her? I mean look at her.”
Kanna touched one of his wounds, “wanna tell me what’s wrong with me, bastard? You’d be lucky to get a girl as sophisticated and loving as me.”
He scoffed. Kanna put pressure in his cut. The agony was clear on his face. “I’m done. time to get firewood.”
Kanna skipped off to the forest, humming what seemed like a nursery rhyme.

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Chapter Two

Read chapter one. And enjoy 😛

Whilst in the campsite, he had tears streaming down his face, calling for his late wife as he writhed in agony. He heard footsteps approach him. “Kid, aren’t you meant to be going for a walk?”
A large silhouette walked toward him belonging to man, with an impressive build and short hair. “Sorry I am no kid.” The brother sat unfazed but shifted toward his belongings and clutched something from his bag. “then who might you be little boy?”
“I’m not little.” Even though the muscular man was much larger and clearly stronger, there was no doubt that he was younger. 
“Okay boy. My name is Eli.” The tone was used clearly to belittle him.
“Old man Eli.” As Eli leaned in for a handshake, the man lunged at him. Eli used the larger man’s weight against him as he pushed him to the floor causing a tremendous crash. The knife that he clutched moments before was against the intruders neck. “You’re still a kid.”
The intruders eyes did not change as he continued his hostile glare. “So, little boy, whats your name?”
After a moment of silence, he hesitantly replied, “Zed”.
“Thats an interesting name”
He let go of him. “You’re not going to kill me?”
“No, it will be too easy.”
“Don’t screw with me.”
“You can either leave or fetch me dinner.”
“You really don’t think I’ll try to kill you?”
“You might but, right now, it will be too predictable and you don’t come off as a guy who is easy to predict. Kind of like a loose cannon.”
Zed didn’t know how to respond, only shuffled in his spot. “This is the end of the world. Eat or be eaten.”
“Ah, yes. The apparent war. I highly doubt it even existed. Let alone has gone on for this many years.”
“Are you some kind of fool? How can you say there’s no war. The world’s population has plummeted, people are being killed or becoming killers. Look around you this is a time of wat.”
“There’s a difference between war and genocide, boy. We have all suffered but you can’t remain in ignorance. Educate yourself.”
“Then if this genocide, surely there must be a reason for it.”
“Well, you were born while this was ongoing but before, as a race, we were pretty shit. There were too many people with too many different opinions. This caused conflicts. And the higher ups didn’t like that.”
“Who are these these higher ups?”
“People with money and with money derives power with a sense of entitlement. They were born into position of power. They wanted to rule and only wanted more power.”
“This system sounds corrupt.”
“You got it perfectly. If you want to cut a short story down. Then think of this as a very extreme survival of the fittest.”
“But the people who survive are broken. They aren’t advancing. The people left are either completely dominated by fear or strike fear into others. Some people kill for fun not even in the name of anything. How is this evolution?”
“The higher ups being the ignorant people they are thought that our race was better than that. They thought we weren’t like animals but when the time came to it we went back to our primal instincts mixed with a thirst of power.”
“You’re gonna get yourself killed saying things like that.”
“A noble death for a man like me.”
Zed examined him. The friendly attitude, weaker stature combined with proud atmosphere. “A man like you can’t possibly be travelling alone.”
“Ah, sharp and a smart mouth. Those would be the things that kill you.”
“I’m not going to die.”
“A man that thinks he’s a god. This is priceless.” Eli laughed. He looked at the younger man’s face and realised it wasn’t a joke.
“How can you kill what’s already dead?”
Eli knew that the Zed’s heart was still beating and the certainty in his voice shook Eli. This was the first time that this strange man was sincere.

 

Prologue

There once was a time of utter turmoil in the world. The earth was in distress making the idea of living absolutely menacing. Everywhere and everything was war torn.
Those people left behind- Those who did not die in battle, or in poverty, or by the hands of mercenaries-  roamed the land to look for a way to survive. They lived off scraps. They lived alone in their sadness. To be left alive was luck but to live was not lucky. They watched their families die before their very eyes. They saw the devolution of humankind and the death of humanity. They had no solace. They survived for the sake of simply not dying. There were still many people who chose to die by their own hand when the darkness became too much. These people were envied for they had escaped, no pity was wasted on them. 
The battle of the land was over but the war never ended. In this desolate place, the remaining life is often forgotten and the dead live on by their mourners.
However, there may still be life. Over the dull sand and under the blistering heat stood two young adults looking for survival.