Third person:

The man looked out the window at the people walking true the street. They were dirty; their skin was grey and looked sick. Their faces were thin like they hadn’t eating in days or weeks. It was probable that it was true. This was a time of war… and this where the last of mankind. The ones who had survived World war three or “the fires” the book are calling it. They had seen things, things a person shouldn’t see and survive. They had somehow… the man a feeling how. By stealing, raping and doing the thing that human always do…. Murder. The man hated humanity for this. He was going to stop it. To make sure this would never happen again.

He was intruded by a door being thrown up and two set of foots prints started. He looked back and saw his first job as well… he didn’t know how much how much work it would take. He knew however, that the next few minutes would be the start the wheel to a new era of humanity. He didn’t turn around but kept staring at the people walking into his pristine, unpolluted city. Already he could see dirty start to gather on the streets. He made a mental note to get a street bot on it. He also made a note of how many people had walked in so far. It didn’t looks like all the people had come. The foot step stooped a few meters away and dropped what there were holding, which was a 16 year old girl in rags. ‘You can leave now,’ he said and he heard the squeeze of new shoes on clean floor before the footsteps left the room.

He turned to look at the girl in more detail. She was 16 like I’d said before. Her hair was passed her shoulder but not much longer. It should of strawberry blonde but was instead a dirty-brown. Her clothes had once being nice- A plain dark blue skirt that went to her knees and a crisp blouse. Now the skirt was in tatters and was dirty and the blouse was now warning thin and looked like it was about to fall off. Her hand where tied in front of her. She was crying. The man was discussed, she was unclean, not fit to be in this city. She had broken the law and had to be punished.

“Do you know why you are here?’ he asked the teenager, in a monotone voice. The girls tears had started to slow faster. She shook her head and a sob, loud. The man’s fist curled and his knuckles turn ivory. He breathes slowly to calm his angry. He asked the girl “what did you do?” His voice is the same, bland tone. She looks up and he sees her face. She is pretty: bright, green eyes, a cute nose and small lips. Her face is covered in dirt expect for two lines of tears going down her cheeks. She finally said “I broke the rules.’ Her voice crack twice saying the four word sentence. This annoyed the man more but he controlled it. He asked “do you know the punishment of what you have done?’ She shook her head, and the man smiled. This was going to be easier than he thought.

Notes

Hello internet!

So this is the prologue. First really chapter will be up in a couple of days. So if you ever read a Danger Days story, this will be VERY different. So if you have any remakes or judgment, please don't hesitate to comment.

That's all for now

L.Sorrows xoxoxoxoxox