I Ran From them. I Ran. I Ran. I Ran. Why? Why? was i cursed with this life to run from my own kind and why? Thats all i can ask of the curse life that we call earth. I turned to the wall and leaped inside of a dumpster away from the man and growled. "Damn.." I said as i tried to keep quite and ran my hands through my hair i sighed so quietly and I kept my breaths low Until i heard a Bomb go off it sounded a least 20 miles away which to me was close but if i ran now i could get caught..I just sighed and laid in that dumpster and smelled blood which to me was like a dog smiling a deer a mile of way i wiped my head around to see a dead body and rats tearing it to limps i covered my mouth and leaped out of the Hell hole about to puke. The guys who we're chasing me with knifes spotted me and chased after me yelling i took off running and panted as sweat went down my face.

Jarek bit into a piece of deer jerky as he walked through the city. Slowly chewing and savoring the flavor of the dried and salted meat. Ah, meat. A luxury that is rarely had. Especially in the Poor West, where everyone was cut off from the things that made life easier. Things that made life more enjoyable. That tyrant known as the President caused all of this pain and suffering. Jarek thought of a world where America was a equal and respectable nation. A nation that fought for its beliefs. But now, its been reduced to this... rubble. Jarek observed his surroundings, to find a dark palette of colors under a dark and gray sky. Everything was damaged and nothing was clean. After years of going through abuse by Mother Nature and human beings the city fell into desolation.

Jarek tried to imagine a world where none of this existed, where things were better. Well, he knew about the good things in life. He used to work for the Rich East. But that was a thing of the past. Now, he is here, trying to help where he can. Even if that means helping deliver food to a few families in desperate need. As Jarek moved towards the sector with struggling families an explosion shook the earth. A shockwave ripped though the air, as smoke followed and vented into the air. The explosion must have been 15 miles away from Jarek's location. Thoughts started racing through Jarek's mind, trying to figure out what caused the explosion. If it was the Rebels of the West, Jarek knew nothing about it. He grasped the grip of the antique FNX in its BLACKHAWK! holster on his belt, gave a slight tug while pushing on the release button of the holster to retrieve the handgun. Fixing his grip on the FNX Jarek racked the slide back to load a round into the chamber. He was now locked and loaded. Now to find out the source of the explosion.

He started jogging towards the explosion site as he saw a little girl running from a group of men. He sighted his pistol at the lead man of the mob and took a breath. He wasnt going to shoot until he was sure. But for now, all he could do was wait.

I growled tried of running and grabbed onto a light pole using my body to turn me around and kicked the guys in the face loving the wind in my hair I ran up to the other guy who was chasing me with the knife and back handed him breaking his wrist and taking the knife laughing and slitting his throat I heard the screams and frowned thinking about what i have done I head someone pull out a gun and quickly turned my head to the male holding the pistol. "W-What do you want?!" I yelled backing away.