Life comes with its struggles, its kinda like a deal. You’ll get life, however you’ll get obstacles, or maybe it's like a test against you. To see if you are worthy of life. Anyways i had struggles in my life, bad ones. I grew up in poverty in USA. When i was about 11 i moved to Russia. My parents saved up as much money as they could so we could leave that hell hole.
We got a farm near Ukraine so we could move across whenever we needed to. As my family lived in poverty and that we came from the US, made the neighbors look at us weirdly. It all started when i was around 12 years old, riding my bike through the neighbors farm. I saw the kids laughing and pointing at me. Thats one of my first memories that i have from Russia. As i began school i noticed the same thing there. Kids were laughing and pointing, also cursing at me which i could not understand. It all became worse and worse, from one day to the other.
One day, i had this big blackout. I stand there with the knife as i´m covered in blood. As i look down i see the kid from my first memory, the first kid who ever pointed and laughed at me.
For a moment, everything felt great. My problems we´re solved. No one will ever laugh at me again i said to myself! I tought about what i did, what would happen if it happend again, or if i wanted to have this happen again. But i decided to keep it a secret. Ever since that day, none of the kids made fun of me again.
Coma started off alone, but met others like him when the outbreak started. A connection he could not feel before. He tought the world was perfect as it was, everyone lived in poverty. Finally, a world without authority, the perfect new world.