New world

Date: 6/4/2019

The world was different... no one looked at each other anymore... there were these almost animalistic people who attacked... we as a society moved below ground. Some trained to kill others learned to contribute to the needs of this new life. I was chosen to be a part of the attack force after watching my child and his father get ripped apart limb from limb. These creatures, no longer human, would hunt during the day and night. Nothing seemed to harm them. Men and boys were being killed. What few that remained ended up in the pens. They were located in the center of the community housed in safety and forbidden to return up top... I refused to live there I chose to wander through the old towns. When I needed sleep I learned that they couldn't get you in the trees if you climbed high enough. One day though I started to be followed by one of these Male creatures. It seemed like he could still think and didn't attack like the others had. He couldn't speak and ate nothing in the days I was followed. After years of traveling with him I learned about these creatures and he was my pet. It seemed they imprinted on you but would hunt if you were in groups. They protected their chosen mates. Mine would coo and follow never more. It seemed he'd been castrated as a child and didn't have a way to mate so his animalistic needs never arose. He seemed happy just following me then he learned he was able to reproduce... his hand would split and a green slime would form around it. And a miniature clone would be created and he took off. Years had passed and I was alone again.