Tati Andrews

The Reckoning

Is this life? I thought to my self as i stood there holding my weapon across another females face defending the last known piece of bread to mankind. She reminded me of myself honestly, roughly almost 16 years of age, jet black hair with hazel eyes. We could have been related if someone random bumped into us in the street. But that didn’t matter what mattered at this moment was that i needed to make a name for myself. If some random girl can steal my food the other people out here may get the idea to try and do the same. “Let go of the bread and you can keep your life” ““this is a post apocalypse where everything around us is dirt and we are almost to the stage of cannibalism do as you please, not much to live for anyway.”” she had a point and now I’m in an even worse position in taking control of the situation. All eyes are on us now as she utters “kill me if you please” as i held the pocket knife more firm against her neck i took a chance to think.. this is what started where we are today. The control for power has drove everyone insane and made them turn on each other. “We can share it, it’s not much but both of us will get a portion and peace can be maintained “ in that moment everyone around us seemed more shocked i offered to share instead of just kill her. It’s like they were hoping for an exciting fight scene. “Fine” she said as she rolled her eyes.. for some reason i enjoyed her random yet slightly aggressive attitude. I handed over the bread and started to walk away. Little did i know i had a new associate right behind me. ““So what’s your name?”” The random girl asked. “Maia” i responded. ““That’s interesting what does it stand for? And my name is Sarai. I’m not sure if my name has much meaning.”” “My name originates from the meaning brave warrior.” “”Wow is that how you know how to fight so well?””