Wasteland

"Today is the greatest day I've ever known." I sing as I put on my tank top and tie up my hair with the elastic band I've kept for years now, according to my calendar or as I spell it, 'calander' the only reason why I spell it that way because it keeps the memory of my younger sister Anna alive.

I live on No Mans Land, in the broken down blue bug that has been stripped of its wheels. The world is glorious, notice the sarcasm. Most people would have all the memories of their family, just to not forget. I have one picture and the calendar/calander.

To pass time I just roam around No Mans Land and sing to myself, mostly The Smashing Pumpkins. There is no one to talk to when you are a loner such as myself. You can be considered as food, as someone you could stab and steal from, or you could be considered as a 'good' time if you catch my drift.

No Mans Land is where alliances are made, battles are fought and trades are made, you'd be surprised to the information I'm privy to. You might be thinking, "Allie you are right in the middle of a battle ground, that is fricking dangerous." Well living in the city is much more dangerous, all the bad guys are out there.

I know this is strange but I miss seeing the birds fly by. The sky is disgusting now days, filled with methane. Some people believe it is good luck and respectful to blow a kiss up to the methane skies.

Mankind created this havoc and I pray no more people are born into this world.

Notes

CLARIFICATION! This isn't a killjoy story, this is an apocalyptic story kinda, y'know.

I've had the idea in my mind for ages. Please comment your opinions <3

-xoxo B