The Wars Within

were going. My makeshift tent made from sheets and sticks was barely hanging on through this s

the mountains of what used to be known as North America. We ran far west and never went back since. My mother was a single mom of 5 kids. My father was killed by one of many of the mutans and left my mom with all of us. She blamed me for his death and abused me, yet none of my other siblings. Rogue was an only child, but his parents were both killed alongside my dad and my mother took him in. He saw what she did to me when I was younger and always pro

hen I heard a howl and dust stirring in the distance. Glimpses of glowing eyes were in every direction. Mutant Wolves. I reached

and how many. I could hear one behind me and 3 more in front of me. I quickly then open my eyes and

As one behind leaps towards me, I shoot it and it falls to the ground next to

turned still, showing that it is now dead. The remaining 2 stood both behind and directly in front of me. Its eyes glared at me, waiting for me to make a

reach. I struggle with it as its matted face tries to get into mine and rip me apart. Wrestling it with one arm, I reach for my knife in its holster on my belt. The mutt scratches at me and leaves his

he dead wolves around me. Their bodies all mingled and matted from the layers of fur and skin falling off. I go over to one of the wolves bodies and examine if

at some of the animals have nuclear infection and diseases that could affect and even kill others. I make sure that it can't be transmitted and transferred over to others by burning the rema

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ere shredded to hell and the windows were blown out from the nuclear blasts. The Smaller buildings around were either completely torn away or they were bricks that were barely standing. A bridge stood half blown away, showing that there used to be

e people standing by a boxed truck, with outfits that were from a tribe we know not to mess with. There were 2 of them that stood tall with semi-automatic rifles and clothes that were spiked and strapped. They had warpaint

that fell victim to them. The other 2 cheered as they started tossing the head around between them all. That's when the

uple of times!" another one said. They began to start moving along with their wi

ead home?" He yelled and pointed me out to the other 2. They all

e trigger, they ran towards me, dropping their supplies, thinking that they would grab t

at their dead friend on the ground then at me, furious. Oh, shit! I grab my shit and begin running in the other direction. I looked behind me, seeing that they're catching up. I stop in my tracks and aim at them again. I get one in

uggle and try to get out of his grip, but I can't. He slaps me again, harder this time and st

r and licks my face after. I keep trying to struggle and he pins me down har

balls, and he toppled over to his side. I reach and grab my gun and shoot. He lay there still. I got up and pulled up my pants and stood over his body. I pointed the gun at him a