Part 1 - Chapter 0 - San Antonio

San Antonio is in absolute ruin. Nothing but pure anarchy exists at the moment. Fights are as common as breathing. People drop like flies. Infrastructure crumbles like paper. Resources are wasted like feces. In fact, almost all food, water, and supplies had been effectively wiped off the face of the city. Searching for those things was the equivalent of digging for gold with an industrial drill, easy to start doing, but hard in the end.

In the past 3 months, the population has dropped from 1.6 million to 200,000. Even with those little numbers compared to before, most of the population is at least 1-3 days malnourished. Typically, only 20,000 people get to eat daily. Only 5,000 of those 20,000 get to intake normal amounts of calories daily. Seeing a person who wasn’t skinny was like seeing Bigfoot.

This was all caused due to the formation of an invisible barrier forming around the city, entrapping everyone and everything within it. This border is known as the Invisible Death Barrier. Only 100 people have dared to attempt to cross it, and due to the fact it’s a barrier, there is no confirmation whether those people survived or not, let alone what happened to them. The only report of what happens to those who attempt to cross, from bystanders, is that the people who simply even touch the barrier for longer than 5 seconds simply vanish.

Countless rumors have been spread. Ranging from the government secretly raising the barrier to get rid of the citizens of San Antonio through survival of the fittest and natural selection to simple divine punishment. One person even said it to be a social experiment funded by the Illuminati to test the sheer willpower of the masses, specifically the people of San Antonio.

The air was polluted, as pollution got entrapped within the barrier. Temperatures were at an all-time high and low. Sometimes during the day, it would reach 112 degrees Fahrenheit. Sometimes during the night, it would reach -9 degrees Fahrenheit.

But, no matter what your view was on the situation, everyone agreed, it truly was a massacre, one of the most tragic events in American history, if not the worst.

Though, there was one determined soul. The soul of a boy whose 13th birthday was this day. His name was Christopher Brown; for short, CJ.