(Full disclosure I don't know where I'm going with this) "Every one dies. It's a simple fact we learn when we are young. Every one dies it is the reality. The inescapable truth of life. Yep that's what were told." Alex sits on top of the dead mutant. Her crystal blue eyes staring off into the distance the blackness of night biting at her skin. There was no moon in the sky that night. Alex sighs. "The inescapable truth?" Alex slides off of large green body. Alex's long white hair fell around her shoulders her destroyed duster lay back on the large mutant. She wore a torn jeans with an old dirt covered white shirt. Her black combat boots crunched with each step she took through field of bones. Alex approached the little shack. She causally pulled the body of a small red man from the door watching his blood smear across it. She examined the door carefully rubbing her fingers over the small 5 inch slit that was now in the center of the door from where her blade had stabbed into it while it passed through the mutant. She opened the door slowly and stepped inside. Inside her shack held a small make shift bed she had fashioned out of a wheel barrel and some burlap sacks. She pulled her knife from her belt and stabbed it into the wall. She made 8 more tally marks. "Ok so those 8 make in total......... 36,983 mutants I've killed since moving to this location.... Perhaps it's time to move again." Alex looked over the several thousand tally marks. Then she quietly laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. Her eyes slowly closed as she tried to recall the names of the people who had died. All the people who weren't like her all the ones who died since the war that took the moon. So many died in the war. Every one who survived was ether turned into a mutant or killed in the great cataclysms caused by the loss of the moon. She didn't know if any non mutants were left. She hadn't looked. "The inescapable truth? Then why am I still here."