Weathering the storm

It seems that even Midian City has its share of horrible weather. Hurricane Audrey has arrived in the toxic jungle. Most of us huddled together around the fire, soaked to the core and scared of Mother Nature. It was nice though, having so many of the Pack members at home for once. There were even some outside guests, all seeking shelter and comfort. Despite the humbling gathering of friends and family, I could not be happy. It seemed almost fitting that such a monstrous storm would arrive around this time, almost like a mirror to my life.



I learned via a blood test what I has suspected for sometime - I'm pregnant.

Oh great. Now there's an ankle biter to deal with. like being raped wasn't enough of an insult!

Quiet! I've been asked whether I'd keep the child or just get rid of it. Frankly, I'm not sure, but I don't think it's right to blame the child. It's not their fault; they didn't send a text, letter, or email asking to be born this way.

Good point. But do you really want to raise it in that sludge called Midian?

Why?

Why does my first child have to be conceived in such a brutal manner...only to be raised and nurtured in radioactive filth?!

It's not fair.

I'm beginning to wonder if I should spare it the trouble though. I wasn't raised in toxic waste, so why should my child. Even though I finally have an apartment, I still spend time in the ruins. I suddenly find a responsibility dropped in my lap, and, as you both taught me beloved parents, I will see it through.

I got a job, working at Ashagi of all places. I refuse to let your deaths and all your hard work be for nothing. So for your sake and for my future child, I intend to finish your research. To create and invent a better generation, unaffected by the harsher chemicals of modern warfare. I will bring out the better parts of your work and hopefully not have to go through too many lives to do it.

You don't care how many you go through anyway...

Shut up! I still have some value for human life. It survives, no matter what is thrown at it, the human race finds a way to continue. As long as humans can fight, have flame, and the ability to breed, they'll live on.