Chronicles of Change: The First of Many.
I've never been very interested in reading or writing and rather recently its become a necessity...well, after the change that is. My name is...all I really have, no cars, electricity, food, guns, family....friends; hell, food...
Chronicles of Change: The tedious things
When our group was first attacked we thought it was another group like ours that decided to go violent. We heard figures out in the dark...they were whispering...what they said I have no idea; but their voices were wrong....