Author's Note

First fic so im already huddling in my fallout shelter of mean comments so blast away, you cant do shit to me weebs!

Also mom and dad, im so sorry

Also, also, the beginning (aka chapter right now) is 2nd person, but the rest is first!

Prologue

*SLAM*

"Oh my god, oh my god. Is this really happening, am I really going?" Cyrus thought to himself as his feet carried him at a full blown sprint on his driveway. He had never been one for running, gym, or just going outside at all. He was a computer teen, inside, 150+ game on steam, you know the usual. Cyrus was 15, thought he had everything he would need. He was thoughtful, but stressed easily.

"Fuck, fuck. fuck" Cyrus cursed under his ragged breath as he ran form his house.

"I'm never going back there" He thought. "They don't want me, fine! See if I care"

Cyrus had gotten into a pretty big fight with his dad, resulting in a broken plate, and vase.

"I couldn't have done anything different right? I said everything I wanted. No, he was the one that freaked out first. Yeah! I was just trying to, you know talk over him! Not yell or anything" Cyrus thought. He knew he was in the wrong, he knew he freaked out first, he knew he escalated it, he just didn't want to believe it. Who can really blame him, hes only 15.

Cyrus was now running along the dirt road that was the street he lived on. His family was old fashioned, and not really good with money. Parents would go out to casinos, gamble, and come home drunk. Cyrus, growing up with this, was used to this behavior. It seemed normal to him. It was only until lately that he noticed how his different families worked, how much different he was.

He worked odd jobs against his parents approval, farms, lawns, washing cars. His family wanted him home to do their chores instead of others for money.

Cyrus was honestly preparing for this day, his bag was in his room, filled with food, money, and clothes. He wanted to leave. The same bag on his back is now ripped on one side from his Dad pulling at while trying to leave. Unaware to Cyrus, most of his belongings had fallen out due to that.

Now along the a busy truck road, Cyrus moves down into the forest that surrounds it, not wanting to get it by a driver not paying attention.

The argument started about something with him spending HIS money on computer games, WiFi, and computer parts. It was his money after all, he worked for it. It escalated there to the point of now, along a truckers road, ripped bag, and a hole.

Wait what

"Oh shit-" Was all Cyrus could say as he hit his chin on the front of the hole to only lose consciousness as he fell, deeper into the earth.