Under a tree in the middle of a farm, a sixteen year old boy dressed in leather can be seen dozing off seemingly uncaring about all what happens in the world.

It has been two years already since Eiron had a proper contact with any other human being apart his father and thinking about the old days with Bob and his band, it didn’t seem that bad.

Talking to others the same age as him, having someone looking after his back while he hunts. Even his caring father couldn’t fulfill for him the role of a friend.

Anyways he needed to get revenge first before realizing it was bad or he would have never been able to calm his heart down.

One may ask why Bob didn’t come looking for him after he was allowed to go out but that was because after finding out that the reason of the ‘war’ was Eiron, his parents and those of the ‘bros’ all forbade their sons to visit such a passive evil and get enticed.

Sixteen years of life and his only contact with the opposite sex was when he greeted Jeff’s sister and some aunties when he was too young to even remember.

He never had a crush and doesn’t even know what makes a woman beautiful or even which kind of girl he likes.

Eiron wasn’t that bad looking either. His tanned skin contrasted with his white eyes while his neat shortcut and sweet smile gave him a nice aura.

Unfortunately, those same white eyes didn’t do him fortune.

Well it was always those da*n eyes. He tried, he actually tried very hard but every time he got closer to someone indistinctly of his eyes, the opinion of the community is always stronger.

But at least he’s now sure of something ‘if they can’t endure only my look, I won’t even try enduring their presence.’

The sun was hanging high in the sky and it was hence the time to make sure his father has drunken and ate.

Michael was already a man in his forties and it was becoming harder and harder for him to bear the weight of life.

His body has long been eaten by illnesses that would be considered trivial thirty years ago. He only had enough strength to go to the front yard while thinking about his younger years and falling into nostalgia.

“Hey old man wake up how can a man not even his fifties dozing off?” asked Eiron shamelessly.

“Ahh kid, how many times should I tell you your old man is not old enough for you to be looking after *cough*cough* him”

“Are you okay dad?” Eiron asked worriedly.

“Still better than an eternal virgin.” Retorted his father shamelessly.

“Da*n old man!”

And the shameless father and son duo kept blabbering till late in the evening.

The next morning

Before dawn, Eiron was already awake and went looking after the farm and the hens.

Weirdly, he didn’t see his father after more than two hours and decided to see if everything was okay.

“OLD MAN! OLD MAN wake up!”

“Don’t try frightening me it never worked!”

“Dad…?”

After entering his father’s room, he found him curled on the floor trying to get up while clutching his chest.

He helped him get back on his bed and gave him a bottle of water.

“AHH this fucking pneumonia.” Michael muttered.

When he calmed down Eiron asked him “Are you okay? If only we had proper medicines... I’ll definitely bring you some.”

“It’s useless. Even I ain’t sure about what I have and it isn’t even worth the risk. How would you even be able to distinguish proper medications?”

It’s true that since he was born he never saw any medicines. A lot of young children and adults die early because of that and it’s the reason for which their community is so small and constantly dwindling but if he could just… just…

Before his father could say anything, he ran to the door and took his leather pouch. His father tried to stop him but to no avail.

At the ruins

The ruins, this is how was named the most ancient but at the same time most modern known citadel at three hours of walk from the village.

Its real name was unknown to the youngsters but one thing for sure, nothing good ever came from visiting there and was therefore a forbidden location for the inhabitants of the community.

The old buildings had long crumbled and the paved road was almost completely eaten by water. All the electric installations were malfunctioning.

Eiron slowly entered the city wearing a pair of black sunglasses while being the most vigilant possible, afraid of being crushed by a falling building.

Some people looking like beggars could be seen on the road while the children were playing around the drones ten times more numerous than in his little village without any adult caring.

He approached a quite old but wise looking man and politely asked “Greetings elder, could you please indicate me where I may find a pharmacy?”

“Ahh youngsters nowadays… you probably aren’t from here, are you?”

“No elder I come from faraway.”

“Hmm… as I thought here everything is monetized so what do you have as exchange for my precious information?” asked the shameless elder.

“… Just this fruits.” Eiron answered dumbfounded and took out some berries from his pouch.

“Hmm… will do, you can enter.” ‘You will soon die anyway’ thought the old man after getting up.

“What???” said Eiron even more dumbfounded.

The old man went away, then Eiron entered after regaining his spirit.

The pharmacy was a small building but one of the rare ones that didn’t yet crumble.

The rows of boxes that Eiron identified as medicine where the longest he ever saw and the names depicted seemed to be in an alien-like language.

Eiron weirdly saw no drone in a place such as a pharmacy but what he didn’t know was that most of those medicines were since long expired and were no different than poison.

He didn’t think too much and shove the most different medicines possible in his leather pouch.

While doing so, he broke his glasses but who cares he could just dash out while slightly closing his eyes before someone sees him.

Like a thief, he ran the fastest possible out of the town, ignorant of the fact a drone was following him stealthily.

“Dad! Here I come with medicines!” said the excited Eiron while approaching his house.

At the door step, his father had an exhausted look with some blood drying on his hands and mouth.

“Young man…what the hell have you done?” His father said.

“Medicines…”

His father looked in the pouch and said “This is just poison, anyways I’m already dying so listen to me well.” “Your life, don’t spend it here in this half-opened cell, find friends…”

“No!”

“A lover with many little children…”

“Please no! ...”

“And buy the way your mother ‘Jane’ was a crazy woman that named you Eiron because she found it ironic for a human to have those eyes… you should find such a lover.”

“Why… just why did they force us to live such a life?”

“You see that’s a good start point for your new life… Ask them why if you want to know since you are soon free from your old man. I once met one and he was neither good nor evil. But… never… just never do things that may endanger you...” Michael finally said contradictorily while smiling.

“Looks like I did something quite stupid again dad, but thank you thank you for everything.” Eiron whispered does last words to his father.

Without caring about the thoughts of the rest of the community, Eiron buried his father near his favorite tree and mourned him till he felt asleep while forgetting about everything else in the world.