[ WP ] The last time anyone cared .

If this is to be an honest conversation I should lay down all my cards. 
 
 You remember a couple of years back, when New York fell? Of course you do, who does n't. You were there were n't you- yes yes I'm sorry, I did n't know. 
 
 I was in Ohio at the time. Where at? It's really not important to the... very well. I was at a bar watching the Browns game. We would've lost, horribly. No they did n't finish the game. It was interrupted about half way through the third. Two news reporters were there, a bit shocked, you could see it in their faces, but they handled it well. Most people there were either drunk or pissed off so the news was taken badly. A fellow with a big beard chucked his beer mug against the wall and broke down crying. He had family in New York I think. 
 
 After people got off their phones, frantically calling loved ones, they rushed home. I could n't tell you if I was in shock just had n't fully comprehended what had happened but I did n't move one inch. I just sat there. 
 
 The owner had left to check on his sister so by the end of the night I was alone. I'd like to tell you I felt sad, or even a tad emotional over it all. I was n't. It seemed that every emotion inside me just shut down. I could n't feel. 
 
 Finally I was able to pick myself up and leave the bar, I started to drive home but before I knew what I was doing I was going the opposite direction. Within an hour or two I had passed through Pennsylvania and was steadily making my way to New York. I should n't have gone. 
 
 If you do n't mind I'd like to skip what I saw there. It brings back too many bad memories. Thank you. 
 
 When I pulled into my small town everything had gone to shit. The stores had been looted, people were lying in their piss and blood, there was a pack of once tame dogs roaming the streets looking for scraps. My apartment complex had been torn down. I- no I'm not sure how they did it. Perhaps a wrecking ball or dynamite? I'm better off not knowing. 
 
 Once I had seen my house destroyed I left. I left Ohio, I left the Midwest, I left America. I joined a band of raiders and got passage to Iceland. I stayed with them for about a year, we roamed the countryside, pillaging and murdering anyone who stood in our way. And you know what's funny. All that'loot' that we got, completely worthless. 
 
 The economy was nonexistent by then and all we ended up keeping was the clothes and food. Well one day one of my fellow raiders decided he wanted to leave the group and farm. He wanted to build a life. 
 
 He told us he had been an accountant in the old world but had always had a knack for gardening. As he outlined his grand plans for his new life, smiling all the while, we came up to him and tore him limb from limb. Any shred of humanity that we had once had was gone. What this new world left us was broken. Not a single man among us was close to even qualifying as sane. 
 
 After another month or two we realized that there was no one left to kill or rape. Everyone was doing the exact same as us. So we broke up. 
 
 I suppose broke up is a bit tame, what really took place was much more gruesome and horrific. Barely ten of us made it out alive. The rest were left for the scavengers to consume. Someone had to feed them. 
 
 When winter hit the weak had already been weeded out of the populace and only the strong survived. I holed up in an old castle with a pack of dogs. It was a tense relationship I admit. But as long as I went out once a week and found them someone to eat they were happy. When winter ended I left Iceland. 
 
 Maybe my conscience was telling me to leave Iceland or maybe I was eager for somewhere new to terrorize. I landed in Great Britain, barely alive. I had set off with eleven crew members on a little jetty, not meant for the rough waters we were traversing. By the time I made it to Great Britain only five were left. Some had been washed overboard and a few had been eaten. 
 
 Can I tell you something? You're right. I enjoyed it. Every moment of it. I made sure to savor it, to savor them. There's something about bone marrow that really satisfies you. You just suck the stuff out, like a straw! 
 
 I spent some time roaming Great Britain, a year maybe two, but ultimately it bored me. I left. Africa was my next target. Oh what fun I found there! 
 
 The savages there proved to be troublesome, but obviously I was able to handle them quite well. They were tastier too. The meat that is, not the marrow. The marrow was the same. Take a look at this. Cool right! I got it from one of those savages. He was wearing a tiger skin, a tiger skin! Can you believe it! I still do n't know where he got it. Well he had claws on his hands, got me right there. 
 
 After Africa I moved up here. Been here for a few months now. I like it. It's not too cold, not too warm. The view is great. What's this called? The Mediterranean? Beautiful. 
 
 Well I think you know the rest of the story. It's a little self explanatory, considering your situation that is. 
 
 Ha you're funny! I like you. Do you want to know a secret? The big secret to everything in this fucked up world. New York was n't the beginning. It's been going on forever, this madness. New York was just the pin. There's no fighting any of it, it's pointless really. The only way you can live in this world is if you accept a singular fact. That day in New York, that was the last time anyone cared. 
 
 I've wasted too much of your time, I'm sorry. Time is precious! And I have places to be, people to eat! Oh you can laugh, I'm not going to eat you, you're too damn skinny. No I'm just going to kill you.
