I don't know why, but i felt like writing this. Would love to read your opinions and constructive criticism.
BTW: not a fan fiction, but the depressing mood could be inspired by Fallout.


I don’t think I have much time. Blood is leaving my body at an alarming rate so please excuse the inecvitable grammatical errors plagiuing this passage. If I have enough time, I will gladly spend tgreat detail explaining why there is a bullet hole in my gut, leaking my bodies essential juices all in the dirt. But I simply ask you to bear with me. Just know that I was shot with a rather large caliber rifle. I assume ist was the same bullet used by the ak47 , as the man looked like he wsa using one (granted, I had only just learned of the rifle and it’s name days before that incident that is now draining my body of it’s function). It is all I can do right now to input this text into my pda as fast as my blood coverd thumbs can magnage. The only reason I write this is because I feel future generations should now how horrific warfare is. I only hope that some one after theis god forskaedn war is over will see this and understand dthe horrors his fellow man has gone through in order to preserve human existence. Im sure everyone will know why this war was fought, so I need not waste my precious minutes recapping this awful conflict. Just know that I was on neither side. I fourght not for the uprsing (the man who shot me, looked like he was apart of this) or the long standing army. Know that I do not blame the man who opended up my stomach. I pop out of the room I now lay in rather suddenly. He simply reacted with force like he had expected he would have to do. I only wish he hadn’t shot me for his sake. Regret flashed across his face as soon as he realized I was a non combatant, and I new he didn’t mean to shoot me. Of course another dead give away was that he promptly dropped his rifle and exited the room in a rather hasty fashion, screaming all the way until it sounded like he got to the street. I think he was promlpty heit by one of those big explosion wespons the standing army loves to sabuse. My cause to believe this was his screaming stopped as soon as a loud concussion shaked my tomb. Either way I feel like I cause d the death of the man. Ironic, seeing as how he caused the death of me. But after someone like myself has lived through so much death (my wife of 13 years was vaporized by a tank shell when a uprising group took refuge in my 3^rd floor apartment (she had been looking out the window) and my 7 year old daughter was struck in the head by a stray bullet of unknown origin when I was carrying her across the street to a known underground doctor). When you have to scrub your only daughters life essence from you last shirt, something stops making you want to see hiuman suffereing, which is why im not happy the man’s life ended so abruptly. But that isn’t the point. Who ever is reading this, no matter how bad it gets, things are worth living for. I have been making my way around this city for years helping people out, and I have seen the the best humanity has to offer. I have found numerous places where peple band together to survive, and make this awful world livable. But I know this woar can’t latt forsever. The fighting will subside. The standing army is beging to lose their footing. Or so I underastnad it. Either way. Keep on living, and knw that your fellow man has scacrificed tremendoucs amounts in order to make sure people like you have this world to live in. I thankyou for your time, but my stomach pain is rather unbearable. I have been laying here for about 30 minutes now and I thin I just want to close my eyes now…