A Youth's Wasteland: By Mark Merphy aka SACR3DSAUCE

Episode 1: From bad to worse to better.

Mark is as lonely as can be with a cheerful dog at his side his only thoughts was how ignorant he was...really blind (figuratively) and stupid as any other animal can be completely no consent for anything around it. Mark was happy while all the nice healthy kids were out playing, smoking, and drinking he was inside studying computers like a normal computer geek. But it wasn't for homework it was for this...the apocalypse preparing he took his step dads MP5 and 9mm pistol and bought a machete online and hid it a week before the blast.

Now when the bombs fell in New york people out were either obliterated, sick, or worse but mark was saved as his parents weren't, but Mark was as happy as can be that he didn't die only regretting that his game console was destroyed. He and his dog was doing fine for the pass 3 weeks after the great drop, they were... alive and that's all that mattered.

Mark and Dog were travelling until they find some raiders messing with a gate to a half destroyed makeshift tent and trailer town he could see people hiding and ducking heads as the raiders yelled fiercely with banging machetes and shotguns being waved. One person tried to make a break for a Trailer but was put down quickly by a shotgun and all was heard after was a child scream met by a woman sobbing.

Mark really wasn't the hero type and tried to do his best moving along quietly trying to avoid confrontation but his uneven crouch moving tipped a old soup can flowing with blood and drugs.
A roll was heard "Huh?" Raider 1 said "What the Hell was that?", "Well I DON'T KNOW CHECK IT OUT!" Raider 2 and obvious leader said. acting quickly mark tried to dash but was caught! "STOP RIGHT THERE YOU LITTLE BRAT NOW COME CLOSER AND GIVE ME YOUR SUPPLIES, MAYBE WE'LL LET YOU LIVE!" The raider shouted, Mark slowly walked over not wanting any trouble he gave the signal for his dog to hide because the fact the raiders never knew about the dog.

"Thats right a little closer hang over the lady purse you have" the raider said, "its a messen..." mark was cut off, "SHUT UP do you think i care?!", mark came closer and with a steady hand he lifted his satchel off is skinny shoulders and smacked the raider with the gun in the face, with swift speed he whistled and his dog came out and bite the leader in the arm as the raider who had the gun slowly getting back the gun from the ground mark noticed. Mark (scared and nervous ) shakenly pulled his gun out and unloaded his entire clip into the raider until he dropped it and as the leader threw his dog off and tried to pick his machete up.

"YOU SON OF A..."

Mark jumped on his back and fought to get the machete, mark had a tough time as he kept grunting from his lack of muscle he finally turned the machete on the raider and jammed it into his chest Mark stood over the raider breathing heavily holding in his vomit. Soon he looked over "Hey!, Hey I helped you guys...im gonna, im gonna go! Mark shouted.

"WAIT!" a unknown voice shouted " Thank you for saving us those raiders was bad people please stay its the least we can do we couldn't give up the supplies we have children like you come in."

"Did you here that Cram we have a new home" mark said excitingly mark walked in and was greeted by people in which he was put in one of the tents. " Well this is your room we have diner time at 10:00 in the large trailer" the man said. "Hey wheres the guy that got shot?" Mark asked.

"Dont worry about him its Martha his wife you have to worry about shes fragile so i recommend avoiding but all in all we became stronger today we can't trust anyone well you should unpack." the man said

Mark unpacked but something caught his eye the dead man was being dragged in a destroyed factory "WOOF" his dog said " i know im not the nosey type but what glitters is not gold...somethings going on!"

TO BE CONTINUED

MARKS BIO

Name:Mark Merphy
age: 14
Type: Wanderer
appearance:5'4 Lean, muscular & Native mix with African american, Shaved head, Grey Hoodie with half-face gas mask and motorcycle armor Jeans with timberland boots, Messenger backpack.

Weapons: 9mm pistol, MP5, machete
Powers: None but has the ability to sneak by undetected

Bio: Mark was a loner starting high school in New York he had no friends but his golden retriever and spent his time playing video games he always did have a way with words and computers. He was alienated (aside from the fact of him warning people about the nuclear attacks but lacked funds for supplies but his step dads gun/army collection) always down in the basement experimenting and when the bombs fell he was safe but at the cost of his parents. He was left alone with no person but his still alive and happy dog and as he and him traveled the New York wastes Mark finally has that one thing he always wanted... a place to call home.

open for relationship: Lonely but his dog cheers him up.
extra information: He's good with smaller more lighter weapons.