[ WP ] After a Biohazardous War ends , you are left by yourself with no family , as you further explore , you meet another family

The movies had it wrong. I would know, because I think I saw all of them. They showed ruined cities, endless deserts, and the crumbling leftovers of civilization being slowly and methodically reclaimed and devoured by nature. They showed wiry grass poking out of skeletons that sat in the charred bones of burned cars. They showed houses falling apart like beached whales next to the dismantled shoreline of a highway. It was all wrong and I was the only one who knew it... or at least I was the only human that knew it. 
 
 You see, I'm immune. I know it sounds cliche, like something out of the movies I just reviewed with two thumbs way, *way* down. But it's true. The war escalated from bullets to missiles to nukes and finally to gas. The gas was everywhere. It was green and it burned my eyes, but I'll take that over vomiting up my stomach... literally. 
 
 Little Susie down the street ( yeah, I know, what a cliche name ) puked up her guts in a bloody torrent right onto my Chucks. I was holding her as she convulsed and I stroked her hair back from her clammy forehead as she died. And she was n't the only one. My parents lasted longer than Susie because they were locked in their room. They duct taped the door seals and windows. They blocked up the A/C vents. They even wore those stupid surgical masks for extra credit. The gas did n't care though, it just floated outside their room until they ran out of oxygen and ripped the door open. I was still outside, but I heard their screams turn into gurgling sounds and I heard the wet smack of their innards hit the cheap linoleum floor. 
 
 As for myself, I do n't know why it did n't effect me. Like I said, it burned my eyes and I spent a few days crying, but that was it. At first, I thought I was crying for little Susie, then I thought I was crying for my parents, and finally I thought I was crying for myself because I had come out here to die peacefully and even that was denied to me. Eventually, I decided I was n't crying for anyone and that it was the gas. I confirmed this theory when the gas started fading away after three or four days. I'm not really sure because by then I had quit keeping track. When you have to get up off your ass, change your shoes because they're soaked in blood and puke, and go find something to eat while groping your way through thick green gas and stumbling over dead bodies, you have more important things to dwell on. I slipped in puke so many times. It was as disgusting as it sounds. 
 
 But I survived. The gas went away and I could see again. Stray dogs were already eating the corpses. Crows and vultures flocked to the city to feast on the bloated dead. I locked myself indoors at night because the movies all say this is when the zombies attack, but none did. The dead stayed dead and I stayed alive. I ate canned food, drank bottled water, and got the fuck out of town. It smelled bad. 
 
 I walked. I found a car and I drove. It ran out of gas and I walked again. I found a bike, but it got a flat after a while. I found a skateboard, but it only lasted until the plastic wheels wore themselves down into nubs. I do n't remember how long that took. I kept walking, I kept looking, and eventually I saw what was happening. 
 
 Nature was *pissed*. She wanted her planet back and she wanted it *right fucking now*. She got what she wanted with fire. Fire? Yep, fire. One house catches on fire with no one to call 911 and the entire fucking neighborhood went up in flames. One lightning strike and there goes a national park. I realized nature had been trying to kill us off all along. She is way stronger than us, but there was just so many of us fuckers that she could n't get a leg up on us. But when we took care of that problem ourselves, she was quick to reclaim her domain. 
 
 I ca n't tell you exactly how long it took, but it was spring time when the gas hit and it was n't even cold by the time I could n't find more than a broken path that used to be a twelve lane highway. Sure, some of the stuff was still around, like the lone palm tree that survives the hurricane or the port-o-potty that somehow survives the tornado. I think nature did it on purpose just to show me how far I've fallen. Now, I rely on my hunting and gathering skills to keep me alive... well... my gathering skills. 
 
 Some berries here, some apples there, some nuts when I can find them. It's good that I wrote that report on the sustainable food industry in high school or else I would have starved to death a looooong time ago. I basically wander around in circles, going from the fishery to the orchards and back. I stay as long as I want and leave when I get sick of eating the same shit all the time. 
 
 I did learn how to make a fire, so that's good. I like to imagine that there are tiny civilizations in the wood I burn and that I'm doing all this to someone else instead of all of this being done to me. Then, I look up and I remember. Fuck it. I'm over it. 
 
 So yeah, that's where you come in. I love you guys because, well, you're the first eggs I've seen in a long time. Your mom and dad tried really hard to annoy me into leaving, but I've gotten pretty good at survival and I literally snatched them out of the air as they tried to dive bomb me into submission. They're over there, roasting above the fire. I found a nice flat rock that is n't too thick. It even has a slight concave bend to it so all your juicy goodness wo n't run into the flames. Oh god, I'm getting giddy just thinking about it. The only possible thing that could make this meal any better is if I had some salt... or, you know... the rest of humanity and all my stuff back.
