[ IP ] Emma The Ruthless

The years of hard work, of staying up, of multi-tasking, and of building up her reputation, swept away by a single bomb. Life was not supposed to turn out this way. Go to school, get a higher education, work hard, venture out and explore, be excellent at your craft, be kind to others, and the world just might reward you with success, with a nice home, with good company, and the right to do whatever your heart wanted to. At least that is what her parents taught her, that is at least what Emma thought would be true of life. 
 
 Well - was actually true of her life. 
 
 Emma was famous; travelling the world, going to the university she wanted to, studying the things she wanted to, taking classes that she chose, and living out the dream of wanting to become a renaissance woman. There were fashion shows to attend, clothing-line designs to provide, movies to perform, and homework on art history to be completed. And in-between, Emma would meet up with family on special occasions in their vacation home in Switzerland, have coffee talks with friends regarding women's rights and actually advocating for women's rights in public, just simply going out there and making the most out of life the best way she could. 
 
 Of course, there were days she felt lazy and would think about life without the fame, the glamour, the limelight and without the press constantly recognizing her. But never did Emma think that her thoughts would become a reality, never would she have ever imagined that life would ever come to this, to having been reduced to nothing more than savagery, survival, and brutality. Life, as it seems, has a way of throwing curve balls, of firing rockets and bullets, of filling the night sky with fire and smoke, overpowering the smell of flowers with burnt flesh and rotting corpses. 
 
 Her world has no place for a renaissance woman now. No place for art, for fashion, for design, for the pretty, for the lovely, for the fictional, for the human ability to create wonderful music, performances, and make-up. If one had time for that, they might as well just take a bullet to the head. You either preoccupied yourself with ensuring survival or rested up enough to ensure you can be preoccupied with survival. Ruthless dedication to being at the top of the food-chain was now the new art-form, the next evolution of life to replace the gentle-natured way of living before people became such monstrosities. 
 
 Emma's determination for her craft did not leave her when she lost her family to the `` Purge of Great Britain''. The one day the world saw it fit to wipe out an entire nation stricken with disease for the sake of the “ greater good ”. On the day, a hydrogen bomb was given permission to fall upon the people she knew, upon the places she grew up in, where she first learnt of home, of family, of love and being compassionate and passionate for life, Emma gave herself permission to murder those who took away all she had. It was her final rebellion against those nations who decided to speak for her, who decided to choose for her the right to life, and who decided that it was up to them to take away, without any consent, those who struggled to survive the horrendous disease. The day her family was taken from her, the day her hard work was made null and void, the day that they decided to violate her very rights and principles... 
 
 `` They will see Emma. They knew me... but now, they will know me. They will actually know me.''
