Don't actually have a title: (Story)

[ParadoxReaveR]

Hey all, I write stories, most of the time under wraps, but I decided to go ahead and post on of mine! Oh and if anyone knows a title based off the story that'd be great!

***Note: I'll release more parts, but only if I get good enough feedback I'll release more.

Hope You Enjoy!


Log 001; Thirteenth of September, 2190
The war has been going on for less than 3 hours, but death already plagues the land. I sought shelter under some debris from the initial attack, with every breath I took, I knew I was one step closer to death, the only salvation in this time of corruption and despair. After what seemed to be a decade of hiding I heard nothing, I believed it to be safe to get up. I moved some debris and peeked out of a thin slit, there seems to be nothing but the lingering spirits of the deceased and an ominous red glow from the fallout of the nuclear arsenal with which they had massacred my people. With no sense of self-preservation, I got out from my makeshift shelter. I now stand in the presence of a walking abyss, it’s large, the faint sound of cogs grinding on top of each other fills the atmosphere and creates an unsettling feeling of hopelessness. Fearing the capabilities of this mechanical monstrosity, I run the other way. Not even 10 minutes after I end up seeing something that beacons hope to my already deadened spirit.
… End Transmission

[stock2mal]

You forgot the part where as soon as you emerge from the rubble, some invisible fat guy on roller skates appears and kills you with a katana.