This Broken World - Part 1

I don't know about the name but it works I guess.

Before you start reading - This story takes place in the future and I'm not the best writer so it's not very good. 

May 24, 2045

Autumn's POV

I opened my eyes to a bright ray of sunlight shining on the ground in front of me. After a few minutes of laying in the sand and staring up at the old rusty car frame above me, I finally got up. I pulled the metal bar out of the old car door and stuffed it into my bag. I pushed the door open to reveal the wasteland around me. Everything was sand except for the dying city off in the distance. It is almost like time is slowly draining the life out of this ruined earth. 

Eh, just forget about it, you can’t even do anything. I stretched and reached into my bag to hopefully find an old piece of bread. I searched and searched, but only ended up with a small handful of dirty breadcrumbs. Well, I guess It’s time to go shopping. I opened the garage of the small broken house behind me. Inside was a bike that I had made out of scraps. It wasn’t the best vehicle, but I’d say it's pretty good for my first try. I opened the small container of gas that was in my bag and poured a small amount into the tank of the vehicle. I hopped onto it and prayed that it would start. After a few tries, I felt the vehicle rumbling under me and the loud roar of the engine. I pressed down the gas pedal and sped off towards the broken city. 

By the time I reached the city my clothes were covered in sand. I stopped the bike, jumped off and began brushing the rough sand off my clothes. I rolled the bike over to the wall of what looked like an abandoned store. The dirty and cracked brick walls were coated in worn down graffiti. The front of the store had been glass but now all of the windows were smashed. The entire inside of the store was dark except for the beams of sunlight that came in through the broken windows. 

I checked the fallen over shelves until I found a few old cans of soup. I picked up all three of them and stuffed them in my bag. I searched the store for a few more minutes and found some bread and bottled water. I took as much as I could then began walking back to my bike. When I turned the corner I saw a small girl sitting by my bike. Startled, I turned back towards the store. Who is she? I pulled a dagger out of my belt and held it behind my back as I approached the girl. She had pale skin which contrasted with her long and beautiful black hair. Her thin frail figure was resting against the wall next to my bike, her eyes were closed. “Hello,” I said to her, she didn’t wake up. “Hello,” I said louder. This time she startled awake and stared right at me. I was amazed at how beautiful her icy blue eyes were. They had spots of darker blue and most of her eyes were a light blue. 

She didn’t get up off the ground, she just stayed there and looked up at me. I noticed that there was blood seeping through her pants. I put the dagger back into my belt after seeing that she wasn’t dangerous and kneeled down by her. The sand around her left thigh was soaked in blood. Oh my god, I need to help her! I reached into my bag and pulled out my first aid kit. I turned over her leg and cleaned off the wound and wrapped it in a bandage. “Alright let's go,” I said picking her up, she was surprisingly light. I placed her on the back of my bike and then sat down in the front. I didn’t know why I was helping her, maybe it’s because I haven’t seen a person in forever. “Hold onto my shoulders,” I told her as I started the engine, and together we rode off away from the city.

Azaria’s POV

I can barely remember how I had gotten shot, it all happened so quick. There was a cloaked man with a mask hiding his face, he had just appeared out of nowhere. Why had he even shot me anyways? After getting shot in the leg I dragged myself to the bike that I saw far away. I had just reached it before passing out. Now I am here, tightly gripping the shoulders of the girl in front of me. Why did she save me? When I first saw her she was carefully approaching me. She was saying “Hello,” to me but I didn’t have the energy to respond. She looks to be about my age, 17, she has short brown hair that's in a pixie cut style. She is wearing a black tank top, black skinny jeans, a brown belt that carries weapons, a black choker, and a dirty brown bag which seems to hold mostly everything. 

When I feel the motor of the bike I’m on stop I close my eyes again and pretend to be asleep just because I don’t really feel like talking right now. She lifts me up and sets me down in the sand, I hear a quiet creak of metal then she comes back and places me on a bed of cloth. I hear her leave the area she has placed me in as I drift off to sleep. 

Autumn's POV

I lean against the wall of the old house and look out at the sandy wasteland until I hear the girl that I had saved yesterday moving inside of the old car frame. I open the door and peer into the hideout. She opens her eyes to reveal her beautiful eyes, except today they have a slight gray tint to them instead of the same icy blue as yesterday. “Good morning,” I say to her trying my best to make a friendly smile. She doesn’t respond and just stares at me. Oh god, was that weird?

Instead of trying to talk to her more I just walk away and start making a small fire with pieces of wood from inside the house. Once I get the fire started I begin warming up the soup and finding an extra bowl for the girl. 

Once the soup was heated I poured about ⅚ of it into a bowl for her and the rest into my own bowl. Then I set down the bowls and picked the girl up out of the car frame and brought her back out into the sunlight so I could change her bandages which were already covered in blood. When I took off the bandage I could clearly see that she had a bullet wound. Who could have done this? I put new bandages on the wound and cleaned out the old ones. After that, I picked up the girl again and propped her up against the wall of the house so she could eat the soup I had made. I was eating my small portion and she was slowly eating her bigger bowl of soup when I finally asked her “who are you?”