THE KIDS CRIED OUT | OPEN, INTRODUCTION

[Darky]

John remembered what it was like before, but he preferred not to think about it; the months before what he called the apocalypse were spent trapped inside a prison under false charges. Not that anybody could prove his innocence though.

And after he got out, he came here; well, was sort of forced to come here since his rescuer had demanded service to pay for the protection they offered him. It was nice, if you called getting into fights nearly every day and spending most of your time providing for both yourself and another person nice.

He was a grunt; he held his ground, and would go down fighting. Still, it didn't stop plenty of people from treating him like a worm; but he was used to being treated as subhuman now.

Still, he held onto his compassion; it was practically the only thing that made him human now. So when he noticed a child - only nine inches shorter then him, damnit she was going to be taller then him too - slinking around in the shadows alone, he felt like he had to approach her before one of the rowdier grunts did.

"Hey." John said as he walked over, his expression guarded but you could see the curiosity sparkling in his eyes.