Stranded
Introduction
Where do I even begin? I’ve been through so much in just the past couple days, it’s hard to know where exactly to start from.
Maybe I should start with my parents…then again, they were never really around to begin with. I spent most of my days raising my sister, trying not to fall too far into the wrong crowd. I guess it was inevitable when you have a deadbeat drunk for a caretaker. Of course, I’m one to talk. For all the good I tried, in the end I drew my sister down with me.
See. I don’t like talking about my…our past. I never wanted to be…who I became and I didn’t want that for my sister. To ride in a gang. Terrorizing and leaching off the Badlands. When making money from the races didn’t cut it, we’d do anything to make sure we had the bits to support ourselves. Just about anything.
Even then I was always looking to educate myself, become an authority figure, but living in the Badlands doesn’t work that way. Leaving a gang for a better future wasn’t easy. There’s always repercussions. In a way, our current screwup was kind of ironic. The very past we were running from might not have caught us, but something else did.
I’ll just start from a couple days ago.
I’ll start from the beginning.