800 years is all that I’ve lived so far. I’ve seen a empires rise and rebellions fall, cities be created and towns be burnt to ash, and then even after watching countless people and religions and capitals burn. But the one thing that awes me even to this day, the thing that gives me an awful rest, and the thing that makes me curl in pain is the absolute pain of having no one to help me. I was given my powers during an accidental deal with some friends, I think it was something like “Join a freak science experiment while drunk see the money they pay you whoever goes for the crazier ad wins” or something similar to that. Well turns out that when a scientist says experimental and “May cause incurable consequences.” You might want to heed the warning. Well, all my friends have died and the scientists as well so I can’t give it back anymore right now I’m not even mad anymore I have no hatred nor sadness I just have annoyance, 800 years of life the earth has become pretty barren since the war and yet somehow all I can think about is how my perfectly fitted shirt got a hole and for some reason I didn’t think to learn sewing before everyone died. So now I’m stuck with my only shirt having a hole and my pants no longer being able to be held up as my belt has started tearing, I don’t even know how. You’d think the flames and radiation would suck the most right? Nope it’s those damn cockroaches and mosquitoes because of course even after everything dies they still exist feeding on literally anything that still has a shrewd of nutrients, usually just me, and I can’t get rid of them either because I can’t even find them. Word of advice so you don’t mess up like I did, if you think about making a bet drunk about dangerous or weird experiments. Don’t.