Bitter tears stung at my eyes as I looked over the ledge of the cliff. I was too late.
"There were hundreds of us, Finn."
I didn't dare look back. I ran as fast and as far as I could, just trying to get away from the screams and fire I had left behind.
"How did you live?"
"We lived alone, in small families that travelled the land. We were scared, Finn. Every single one of us was scared of communities; of joining together and reforming what there once was. We were scared of each other more than anything."
I tiredly leaned against a tree, my lungs and sides burning painfully from the nonstop chase. When I heard the twig snap, it took everything I had not to scream.
"We all lived in a desperate fear, a fear that another war would break out and then there would be no more humans left."
As I stood there, wheezing and clutching my side, trying to breathe quietly, I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed; I prayed that I was not the only one. That there was someone out there who was just like me. I prayed that I would live, I prayed that I would meet the other humans I knew were out there somewhere.
"Where are they now? What happened to them all?"
Thick, hot tears streamed down my face, sobs caught in my throat as I began running again. Would this be my life from now on? A never-ending chase?
"They're all dead, Finn."
Humanity needs a hero. I need a hero.
"Don't worry, I'll keep us safe. I promise."
What time is it?