" Hello sir, What is your name?" he asked in a respectful but doubting tone. Trust was a complicated thing. War breaks ideals and beliefs that we take for granted. Tobi used to trust his neighbors. He used to trust that strangers wouldn't kill him or that a war would not destroy his life. He trusted that the allies to America would not bomb Los Angeles and kill everyone he held dear. Now he trusted no one. Even Ezra was a threat. The skulls on her waist proved it. The world had changed. America had fallen, and it would take nothing less than a full blown miracle to pick up the pieces to Tobi's life.
Love was gone. It its place stood hate. It brewed in his heart, corrupting it, killing it. the cure for hate is love. But where can love love be found in a world of hate? Where can salvation be found in a world of cowards and thieves? Where can hope be found when millions are dead and millions are dying? Where can trust be found in a world that's broken?
-excerpt from Antebellum a roleplay by me!