I suppose the clichés were right. It really didn’t matter how it happened, just that it happened. I remember faintly listening to the radio then, although I forget the station, something about news. Ahh, radio. It has been a while since I heard anything, or anyone. The deserts provide no comfort, and you are lucky to find anything that’s still usable.

Some would call this a curse, others a blessing. Anything that could be done to me has been done, yet ineffective. The sheer destructiveness that I have witnessed, endured, and felt still causes me to cry out in pain, but my body, you could barely tell that I survived so much horror. The only damage I sustained was not physical, but mental. Now, I no longer feel fear, or pain. Anyone in my position may have probably tried to end it, take their guns and place it where it can do the most damage, and probably succeeded. Unfortunately for me, I don’t get that kind of luxury. Oh don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried.

…man, have I tried…

Not a soul lives here anymore, believe me, I searched. Any that may have been would be gone well before I arrived. No signs of fleeing, just corpses. Gruesome, mangled, most not even discernable; I’m used to seeing this type of destruction. It precedes me. It leads me. It taunts me. It wants my soul, and it wants it so bad; bad enough to make others suffer just to show me it’s still there. Licking its black lips, staring at the life that I wish I could give it, it hungers.

The next town that I come to is covered in sand. The buildings barely standing, showing their metal skeletons, the mangled reflection of what once was a bustling metropolitan destination, not reduced to rubble and scorched rock. There are many like these. Many of these former cities, now a monument to beings that no longer reside here; a testament to their abilities, to their progress, and their downfall, even though it may not have been their fault directly.

How I have lived this long is quite a feat. How long has it been? A year, two maybe? Something like that. Time doesn’t matter, not anymore anyways. Not going to be late to dinner, or the movies, or miss the train. This is a test of wills, with the only rule being that you cannot lose, or win. This is an attempt to dominate. Some may say I have a god following me, others say a demon. Most just say I’m…

…  Lucky.