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 and water once taken for granted are now saught after every moment of each day. Me? Oh; I'm 22 years of age born in the fiery month of August, what day..I-i don't remember...oh well, not important. What is important however is food, water, and protection...shelter. Fortunately, I have the shelter part covered and much less fortunately have no food or water.
I'd made my decision months ago; until recently however I had no reason to leave. Now though; food had grown short and violence continuously escalated, most of my family and friends had decided to stay in the city. Where it seemed that vigilantes and fanatics had taken the throne. Anyone who didn't follow their demands either went missing or were outright slain.
A few of my friends and family chose to come with me and in went well; very well. We worked together in synch, a cohesive peaceful unit. For months things were like this; food was stable, permanent houses were planned to be built and a project to dig a well had gone underway. Everything was look brighter since the change occured; however that all changed the night when we were attacked...