He felt lost as he looked around his ravaged homeland. There was dust everywhere, and he could feel the radiation affecting his body; and not in a good way. He felt completely sick, and he forcefully keep his mouth shut to make sure he wouldn't throw up. He gave up looking for survivors long ago. He had searched for hours, hoping to find someone, but not seeing anything. It made his heart break, knowing he would never see anyone he loved ever again. 

Why had this happened? He could think of no good reason for this... Until it hit him. There was a war going on, a secret war, and the other country must have dropped a bomb. That had to have been what happened, for it was the only thing that made sense in this fucked up world. His skin was a sickly pale as he walked around, depressing thoughts running rampant in his twisted mind. He had to keep his sanity in tact though, he couldn't afford to lose himself right now, when people might need his help.

He told himself to stay calm, to not let the radiation and loneliness drive him away from himself, but it became harder by the hour. The longer he was surrounded by white noise and that deep brown dust, he felt his mind go hazy. He didn't want to sleep, he didn't want to leave himself behind in this wasteland. Though as time slowly crept up on him, he found he was unable to stop himself from sleeping, eyes constantly half closed until he finally fell, sleeping on the blood and dusty ground, his breathing ragged, inhaling more radiation than is healthy for anyone.

He looked around, seeing only black surrounding, though he heard something. He was unsure of what it was that he was hearing, but didn't care about it so much, happy to hear something aside from white noise for at least the moment, but curiosity soon took control of him, and he walked (or was he floating?) towards what was making that way off sound. At first, he thought it might've been an animal, but then he heard humanistic whines and whimpers, and they sounded familiar to him, but for what reason he could not recall.

His mind now set on finding out why that voice was familiar, he carried on, hearing the noise become more clear until he was sure it was right next to him. He looked left and right, not seeing much of anything surrounding him, and he felt slightly dejected. He turned once again only to see a big black mass that seemed to have tentacles. 'What is that thing?' He questioned himself, but refused to go near it. He only vaguely noticed that the whimpers had ceased. The black thing turned to look at him, and he noticed that one of its eyes was covered in the black tar-like substance that his whole body seemed to be made of, and his one remaining eye seemed to glow blue, and his mouth was formed in a grin, one all too familiar to him, but once again, his memories seemed to be blocked by something.

The thing was just standing there, staring at him, but as soon as he blinked, it had disappeared, and he could hear a gargled chuckle come from behind him. He turned around, but found that nothing was even there. Loosing his nerves, he turned back around, only to find that monster right before him, the smell of death and nightmares came off of it in waves, and he had trouble keeping down his vomit. The thing seemed to be pleased at that, for its grin somehow became bigger. "Hello there. You seem to be lost in this empty abyss that is my home. Do you need any help?" The voice sounded gargled, just like its laugh, and though the words would usually be comforting, they now sent shivers down his spine, his eyes prickling with tears for a reason he himself couldn't explain.

He heard the strange thing laugh once more, and he froze in fear, afraid that he would be hurt if he did anything. "I guess I'll bring you back now. Too bad though, you seemed interesting." Before he could even think, he awoke, intaking a large amount of the poisoned air around him, the pain of his deteriorating bones ignored as he tried to remember about that dream. Then he looked around, seeing that he was still surrounded by the putrid air and dusty winds that blew toxic chemical into his fragile body. He coughed weakly before standing up, nearly collapsing from fatigue as he tried to move forward, before falling right back down again. He had failed. He could no longer move his weak legs, and his breath became raspy from the toxic air he inhaled for who knows how long.

He began to cry, not from pain or fear, but from overwhelming sadness. He didn't want to die, not in a place like this! What if his brother managed to leave? He wouldn't see him for a long, long time, and he couldn't handle that. His body soon began to lose all feeling, and his vision became hazy. He could barely hear the sound of the wind blowing around him as his life was taken by the horrible disease that plagued his body and his mind, while his brother called for him from the white asylum room as his brother spasmed on the floor, eyes pure white and drool dripping on the floor as the seizure shook through his whole body, until he went still, and his body turned cold... As cold as the glowing blue eye that watched his every move from the shadows. The inky figure smirked to himself, for he had finally found a new play toy.