Neo
Despite all the burning cars and dead bodies, I had just crossed the remaining half of the New York City bridge. Of all cities I’ve passed through, this one was the worst by far. I felt like I just entered a town of sheer death. Then again, every town I’ve passed through was filled with this “sheer death” I spoke of because of the war. I found the best conditioned vehicle, which was a Ford truck, and used my manipulation skills to fix it together. I got in the car and drove as far as I could. The truck broke down again right in the middle of what used to be Times Square. I stepped out of the car and took a look around. A man before the war would look at this place and break down in the misery displayed; but me? Hmph, ever since my little girl was killed, destruction made me feel right at home. I stood on top of the fallen Jumbo-Tron and stared at what flickered on the screen. “Kill or be killed.” I rolled my eyes; duh, idiot. As I turned around to fix up the truck again, I heard a twig snap. Whos that? I raised my finger a little and my pocket knife began to hover over my left hand. I waited for little while longer so I can hear it again. ---Snap! By reflex, I flicked my wrist to the direction I heard the noise come from, and my pocket knife zipped through the air to hit the spot I aimed at. I narrowed my eyes. “They call me Steelth,” I said, “need a ride?”
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