I'm Random Knight!
The shelter’s quiet except for the low murmur of intense conversation between small groups of dwellers who’ve banded together for company. It's always like this. Talking is all we do after blackout.
This thrown together shack is where we eat, sleep, and find sanctuary from Nicor attacks. I guess it’s home, the only home some of us will ever know now that the world has changed. We don't talk much about the future – it's almost a dirty word here. Living from day-to-day is challenging enough. There’s no running water in the shelter and only basic sanitation. Our existence is as grim as it gets. I'll never get used to it.
Before the shelter I had aspirations; dreams of success...and love maybe. I often wondered what my life-plan would be and where it would take me. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I would be imprisoned in a compound with hundreds of strangers, surviving on miniscule rations handed out to us by a government that seems to have deserted us. My heart sinks at the hopelessness of it all but I know I have to grit my teeth and have faith that things will change for the better.