Chapter One: Pre-war life.
Every morning I wake up to the same, monotonous routine. I wait for my alarm to wake me up, I go outside and pray my parents are at work so I don't have to interact with them. I hope my sister won't be awake until I have had a coffee and am back in my room. Once I finish my coffee, I turn on my laptop and my playstation three. I love technology. I start playing my favourite RPG, Fallout, and watch Mad Max 2 on my laptop. I know, it's almost as if I WANT an apocalypse. Once it gets to around seven o clock, I start cleaning my room, clean up the kitchen, and get ready for school. If I have to listen to one more day of teachers being confusing idiots and bogans talking about "footy boiz", I am going to kill somebody. Probably Jordan Berry, or Tom McGregor, the two degenerate [censored]sticks I despise more than life itself. And that is saying a [censored]ton. Anyway, I pack my bag, and start my incredibly long, endurance testing trek across the road, over the oval, and to the area where my friends and I sit. Holy [censored], that's a labour. I plug in my headphones and play something either depressing or angering. Probably Hatebreed. Anyway, once I start crossing, I notice something. There are no cars on the Nicklin Way. The [censored]? This is the busiest road on the sunshine coast. I sit and wait. No cars for the better part of half an hour. Jesus Christ on a bicycle thinks I. The [censored] is going on here? I walk over to the police station, then hesistate. What am I going to say? Excuse me, have you seen any vehicles on the busiest road within a 20 kilometre radius? I'd sound like a [censored]wit. Anyway, I'm late for school.
I will post the second chapter if you guys want me to.