After the End. (Nejiko-Marie&missxmaniac)
The year is 3015. Sevral hundred years before (2319), a meteror wiped out nearly all of the earths inhabitants. Only about 30% of the population lived, but on such a large planat, the people are few and far between. Mutaints live amounst those who survied; Created because they were close to the meteror when it hit, but not close enough to be killed. When someone runs into anouther person, they are wary, for many have resorted to violence to get the resources they need. Resources are scarce, most water is contamitated with poisons, but every so often, a person will find good water, and make a base in that spot. Some have made haphazard allinaces, some betryaded because of them.
Elijah frowns slightly, sniffing the air as he walks. Something seemed off in the town. He turns around, as a crash sounds loudly. He relaxes slightly, seeing the somewhat mutated cat running off. 'Would the cat make a good meal...?' He asks himself, before shaking his head rapidly. 'No. It wouldnt be smart... It could be diseased.' He starts back towards the hideout. His eyes scan the area rapidly, worriedly. He was hoping that no one had noticed him if they were around. His hand goes to his belt, feeling for the knife he carries on him at all times. He gives a soft sigh, feeling it there. He slides through the small hole he'd made in the wall, moving the old, beated trash bin back into place. He sighs aloud, feeling at least a bit more safe. He goes to the small make-shift bed he has, sitting on it. 'Its been so long... I dont remember the last time I really felt safe.... It had to have been before the meteror....' He thinks to himself, tunning a hand through his pale blonde hair.