Mikey is what my mother called me when she was wasted or drugged. I ended up on the streets and out of school at the age of 16 by choice. My mother did not kick me out and it was nothing dramatic. I just got fed up with answering teachers questions, and then heading home to my mother and her questions. So one day I just didn't go home after school and the next day didn't go back to school. It was simple life in my eyes. I made some good friends out there, yeah they were not honest and would do anything to earn a dollar for a meal but there was something about them that I trusted more than I trusted my own blood. We eventually hitch hiked, haggled and lies our way across the globe. When the zombies happened I think people like me were more prepared than anyone else. We are use to the hard times and we are built to withstand the life that is now.
Mikey - Life after Life
Alone, but thats nothing new, food isnt as hard to find, at least i dont get arrested for breaking into the houses these days. Trust is still an issue of mine, most people are looking for an angle, help isnt free, i guess thats still a constant truth within the human condition.
Ive been just drifting, ive found a few people and places but they prove to be all the same, Temporary, no direction, no purpose, just existing in a sea of constant chaos, life feels so..... Trivial. Something is missing