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The Apocalyptic Future

I regarded the group of disturbed individuals I was keeping company. Each had their own messed up story as to how they found themselves here. How we found each other. Souls drawn together for some unknown reason on some unknown path.

Kira was the first. Perhaps it was Kör? They met in some way, I just don’t know how or when. What I do know is that the two of them were stolen from their tribes after it had been destroyed by the Skrii. The became slaves in Saltcisie, where Kira’s visions and dreams lead them to their escape.

Kira and Kör found Grey aimlessly wandering in an acid swamp. She was searching for anyone left from her tribe. When she was 10 she ran off to escape her cleaning duties. Upon her return, everything was wiped out. Not a soul breathed, not even the creatures they called pets. Since then, she’s wandered. That is, until Kira’s visions found her.

Erin was next. She was abandoned as a baby. Left in the Forest of Lost Souls to die. The animals that lived there adopted her as their own, as her shape-shifting tricked them into thinking she was one of them. She has become attached to Grey since they met, since Grey has been teaching Erin how to speak.

And then there is Novah. Bubbly and bright eyed, her specialty of weapons doesn’t fit her personality. Unlike most in the hash landscape we live in, she was fortunate to have a loving family. Unfortunately, like most, they died at the hands of the Skrii. How she managed to escape their wrath, I don’t know. Every now and then I catch her staring into the campfire during her shift, eyes glazed over with her signature smile wiped away.

Five lost, broken, and just plain fucked up strangers, and me. The useless one. With no memory prior to a couple weeks ago, when Kira found me curled in a fetal position in a ditch. The only thing I knew was my name. Aaro. I can’t fight, don’t have a Talent to speak for, in other words, useless. These five fucked up strangers are the only thing between me and certain death. That begs the question, why are they helping me? Where are we going?

I have a gut feeling that we don’t know what the fuck we’re doing...